"Every woman is a human being... and a human being must have occupation, if he or she is not to become a nuisance to the world."
Megan recommended this book a few months back, and 'midst this last week I finally succeeded in getting my hands on a copy of it.
Bad idea. Horrible, horrible idea.
That book has been sitting on my shelf, taunting me ever since. I am henceforth convinced that purchasing books in the middle of a summer semester is a very bad idea indeed. Not only because they are sure to rob me of my peace of mind and threaten the deepest foundations of my grade point average, but because they will then steal even more time from me in the form of a commiseration-bound blog post.
Yes. Very much a Bad Idea to the core of its core as an Idea.
Not only is the book sitting on my shelf, but it is rainy today and I have a cup of hot coffee and the atmosphere practically screams "Chesterton!" And I am about to go stick my nose into a pile of doldrums in the form of an evolutionary-driven novel detailing the rise of antibiotic-resistant bacteria strains. (Fascinating stuff, really, but falling far short of the obvious epitome of idealhood here... also, pagan.)
But the doldrums must win out. I have only a few short hours before work, and ... they grow shorter still, with far too much that must fill them. This is a tale of sheer grit, flint-like resolve, and massive self-control. Chesterton, I shall see thee at the end of June.
...and if I do succumb to the temptation, at least I can always cry out, Adam-like, "The author you gave me!" Comfort in small things and big excuses.
You poor thing, what have you done to yourself?
Minus massive heaps of work looming over me, I've found myself in a similar situation. Only, I caved. It's funny that you should mention her, really. Yesterday, in a fit of I-don't-know-what, with several chapters of Glorious Freedom under my belt, I ignored the calls of "Roman Britain" and "The Lays of Ancient Rome," and the fact that "The Once and Future King" is waiting for me to pick it up, since I promised Megan I would - despite all that, I found myself standing in front of my bedroom shelf hauling off Lord Peter to squirrel myself away and figure out just what the hubbub over Sayers really is.
Well!
So much for all my other reading.
I say that. All my other books are perfectly interesting, but it was really naughty of me, and quite unfair to T.H. White, to go plucking off Sayers from the shelf when I already had a respectable queue of books patiently waiting. It's was abominably rude of me.
And I'm not ashamed of it.
Hang in there, Anna! June is on it's way.
I cannot comprehend the fact that Jenny misplaced an apostrophe. Actually, I can. Watch me do the same.
Feel free (if you don't already) to bring as many books with you as you like when you come in June! I'm intending to give "Ben-Hur" to you, though, so make sure you have room for it. And just think of all the time you'll have during the summer! ...I hope.
(Yay, June!)