a friday


I caught up on my book cataloguing today. I’ve kept records of what I read going back to 2009, and they’re pretty accurate. I read a hellish amount of books in 2012 (mostly because of a stretch of unemployment), and I thought that 2013 would be a real step down. I was surprised to find that I read a gentlemanly 17 books, and with such great classics as Lolita, Slaughterhouse-Five, and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man on the list, it was a completely respectable year.

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