Choices

Just look at that stack of wonderfulness.  

That's four or five days of unabashed joy, racing through stories to find out who's who and what's what.

Colson Whitehead may take a bit more brain power, but it's easily accessible.

Then, there's this

sitting on the eReader gifted to me by Dr K and Not-Kathy.  It's the text for the class I'm taking in November.  I loved my experience with this teacher in the past, I've never read the book before, I want to start to learn in a classroom setting again, she suggests we finish it before the class begins.

Those are all good reasons.  This morning, I read the first nine sections and could feel myself getting drawn into the sprawling mass of characters.  I was wondering about the politics behind the words.  I was lulled by the lushness of the verbiage (and I'm glad I searched and found the translation she suggested) and could feel myself sinking into the chair, ready for a marathon day of not watching football.

But then I looked over at the stack of brain candy just waiting to be devoured.  And, like schoolkids everywhere, I balked at doing my homework.

I laughed at myself as I turned off the device and opened a real book.  I'll zip through what's at home and I won't bring any more back from the library until the good Doctor is finished with me.  But not right now.