So, hope you’re going okay. The end of 2011 was just a haze of activity, so excuse the absence. As a prize for sticking around/being good at Google/being a spambot, here’s a post to illustrate my mental declivities during the final months of 2011.
Running commentary on my reading of Madame Bovary:
Page 5: God, I can’t wait until Vronsky shows up.
Page 19: Where’s Vronsky?
Page 45: Where’s Vronsky?
Page 116: Okay, there’s a big party. I bet this is where Vronsky comes in.
Page 125: Where’s Vronsky?
Page 140: I just don’t know how someone with a name like Vronsky is going to show up in this tiny French town. It doesn’t make any sense.
Page 210: This book is practically over, and no Vronsky.
Page 267: OH MY GOD, TOTALLY WRONG BOOK. IT’S LIKE I HAVE NO BRAIN CELLS OR SOMETHING.
End: Pretty good book though.
Some day I shall regret being so open with all of you.
Hope you’ve all had a great year of reading. Looking forward to another.