So, the past few weeks have had a lot less going on for me to write about. I received my acceptance emails and set about finding the books that had been assigned as summer reading. I ordered them all online and waited…. And waited some more. These books, coming from France took two and a half weeks to arrive. TWO AND A HALF WEEKS. I’m pretty sure I have friends that could walk to France from my house in that time. When they finally arrived I was faced with this:
This is (so far) my collection of books. Left-hand pile is to be read, right-hand pile is for reference. Eiffel tower for scale. In fact two books are missing from this collection, An introduction to reading Plato and Swann’s Way. The first because it had not yet arrived, the second because I was reading it at the time of the photo-taking and forgot that it was in a different place. Organisational skills functioning at 100%.
So far I have read 100 pages of Swann’s Way before realising that starting with Proust was a terrible idea and promptly reading La Princess de Clèves. This went a lot better, with me finishing it in two days and racing on to commence Jacques le Fataliste. If you find me melted to a sofa with a book in my hands it’ll be because I forgot to move for three days while trying to read this mountain.