I should be asleep right now. It feels strange to be up so late on Christmas Eve. Two years ago I would have been forced into bed even if I wasn’t sleepy…now my parents have stopped the whole Santa charade and have let me be.
I blame this rush of insomnia on the cookies I baked today and the hours of Jane Austen I processed. Church at noon. Pride and Prejudice. More Pride and Prejudice. Becoming Jane. Cookie-baking. Dinner-eating. Present-wrapping. Book-reading. Book-finishing. Sitting.
I did accomplish something on my rather atypical Christmas Eve. I finished the book I started way back in September, The Year of Living Biblically. Interesting stuff, but I won’t elaborate for fear it will sound zealous or something. But worth reading even if you’re not religious at all. It took me so long to finish, but I do have an excuse – I was tackling Homer and Dickens at the same time, and essays on them take precedence over reading I actually enjoy. Not that I don’t enjoy classic literature…
So what next on my to-read agenda? I guess it will depend. I’ve got some interesting reading ahead of me in my Modern Lit class next semester. I’m anticipating Don Quixote. But beyond that, I guess it will depend on the books I receive for Christmas and how long I can stay away from the bookstore. The bookstore is such a dangerous place for me, I will just grab and buy a book I think sounds interesting even if I’m simultaneously engulfed in three other ones. That’s my bad habit.
But anyways, Merry Christmas to all of you reading this. All three of you, you silent stalkers. :P
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