We’re in the final stretch.
First, I finished Middlemarch. It was daunting only because it reads like Jane Austen, so if you’re her fan, you’ll love it. I, on the other hand, am not a fan. I struggled through any of her books, so this one too was a bit much. My mind wandered constantly as it detailed social rules and told intricate ways for paragraphs upon paragraphs on how people work. Not my thing. All in all, I’m happy I read such a prestigious book, but like even many critics have said, it was a bit windy.
Then, as if Middlemarch wasn’t enough, I decided to torture myself with Atlas Shrugged. Now, I already am not an Ayn Rand fan. I find her ego abdominal, second only to Trump. And despite somewhat liking Fountainhead, I found that Ayn decided to take all the bad parts of her first tome and triple them for her second one. The speeches are ungodly long—one last for somewhere around 60 pages. The thing is, most of her speeches are just repeating what the characters have been thinking aloud in their heads the whole time, so we get bashed over and over with the same drivel. Obviously, I could say much more, and I hope to one day in a formal post, but for now, I think that’s all you need. Read it, but be cautious. My brain still hurts
Progress on 2017 goals
Finish Crasher: Done—sent to: 0 more this month. Total: 82 agents
- Read Life: A Manual: Done
The Fountainhead: Done
Here I Am: Done
Ship of Fools: Done
Tess D’ubervilles: Done
Atlas Shrugged: Done
- Send ‘All the Things in the Unknown World’ to agents: 225—done!
- New Book: Brief Lives: pushing beyond 90,000 words.
Next Month’s Agenda
The year is done. As for next month, I hope to put a huge dent into my new reading goals, and finish my story.