Last night I did something that I haven’t done in a long time. I sat down and read. A book.
Yeah, that’s right. A book. I can hardly believe it either. It’s funny, because I read a lot of words these days — but very few are in books.
Those of you who know me well know that once I get into a book, I really get into it. I power through vowels and consonants like nobody’s business. Phone calls go unanswered. Sometimes I read an entire page in one day. e.g. I’ve been reading Eric Schlosser’s Fast Food Nation since August (13 months after I bought it), and just two days ago I hit page 157.
So you can only imagine my bliss when I breezed through 23 pages of this masterpiece in one sitting. Pure joy.
90 to go.
Recommended: Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury. Half a century old and thrilling as ever. ps: it’s short.
What are your favorite (short) books?