Okay, it’s official: I’m exactly one full week behind in the readings. You know why? Because I could. not. read. that long chapter about tennis matches and Ennet House. It was excruciating. Excruciating. To the point where I just considered skipping the entire chapter altogether, somthing I would never otherwise do.
I ended up sticking with it, but now I’m just annoyed and don’t want to read anymore. Most of the problem, I think, is that I just struggled with a big ass wall and have no desire to risk struggling with another one. Another problem is that I wanted to read other books this summer, and I don’t see that happening. I’m not one to juggle multiple books at once because I like to concentrate on the subject at hand. But 4 months of concentration? It’s starting to bum me out, especially since I usually zoom through books at a pretty decent speed. Sigh.
That being said–and I realize this is soooo 150 pages ago for those of you still on track–the part where Hal’s telling Orin about finding Himself splattered in the kitchen was one of my favorite parts of the book so far. I burst out laughing when he screamed that he was hungry and thought something in the kitchen smelled good. (I have macabre sensibilities, okay?)
And that’s why I keep reading instead of throwing in the towel. Do I think parts of the book are long-winded, self-serving, and completely unnecessary? Absolutely. But when DFW delivers, he delivers. It’s those moments of solid gold that keep me coming back, even after wrestling with 20 pages that took me almost a week to work up the desire to trudge through.
My goal for the coming week: get back on track. I’ll be damned if everyone hits the 50% landmark without me!