September 2010 Books

I don’t even know what to say about reading this month—I guess obviously I was moving and felt like I didn’t have enough time, even though I always seem to have time to read the internet, hmmm, and then I sort of read some Italian fairy tales for a week or so but I didn’t really read the collection front to back, just dipped in and out of it, and then I don’t know what happened. I started bus commuting for an hour a day this month, too, and you’d think I’d have got into some good stuff, but I wanted to listen to music a lot of the time or I just sort of fell asleep, or something, because here it is the first of October and…I’ve only read two books over the past month. And they were short books, too.

I mean I know the whole point of this exercise in keeping track of what I read is just…to keep track of what I read, you know, it’s like there’s no point to it, no goal, no nothing. Just keep track, for no reason at all other than that I feel like it. My old flatmate had to keep a reading journal for her MA in creative writing and we laughed that I do the same thing just for fun. Still, though, I think back to the glory days of 2005, wherein I read a hundred and eleven books in a year, and what a fantastic year, reading-wise, that was! I read so many good books! And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t also secretly get a little smug when I read quite a lot in a month and I get to post about it and I’m all “Ha HA! Look at me, and the books I read!”

But not this month. I can’t even really do a list this month because you can’t really make a list out of two things, but I will say that I read Jenny And The Jaws Of Life by Jincy Willett and Jeeves and The Tie That Binds by P. G Wodehouse on the 20th or 21st of this month, I can’t remember (I didn’t even write anything down! Usually I keep a running tally and write little blurbs about everything as I read it so at the end of the months I just copy and paste and boom, there’s my reading post). I’m almost done with Love In The Time Of The Cholera which I seriously tried so hard to finish last night but I just fell asleep with like thirty pages to go and now it’s October and I’m about to take my first bath in this flat and I’m going to bring good old Gabriel in there with me, but to no avail. That will be the first book I read in October, not the last one I read in September. Those are the rules, you know? I think it’s good to have rules sometimes, especially for ridiculous things that you do just for fun.