I started a wish list on Amazon a while ago just to keep track of things I someday wish to read, but can’t currently find the cash/time for. June is a month strewn with an unconscionable number of birthdays and I’ve been reflecting on how hard most people are to shop for now that we’re all out of the My Little Pony/G.I. Joe phase. In light of my recent quandries, I’ve decided to make your life easy. It’s not my birthday. It’s not even Christmas, but if you feel the need to give me a gift, you now know what to buy.

Really, this just seemed like a reasonable way to introduce a discussion on reading habits and tastes. This is something I’ve reflected on a great deal lately, both in an extensive paper I’m writing (and which I need to finish because it’s 3 weeks overdue), and because I’ve been spending an unpardonable amount of time reading mystery novels whilst I should be working on my dissertation (a sumptuous joy too easily surfeited).

I’ve borrowed the Josephine Tey section of my mother’s library to read this week. Amazing how quickly several hundred pages of British mystery novel melt away while only seven pages of Saint Augustine demand arduous trudging. So, I read to escape…the world, assignments, 4th century saints. But I do not read merely for escape. The above mentioned paper is a theology/philosophy of literature, but it’s 20 pages long. Does anyone have any slightly more parsimonious thoughts on their love of literature? I’ll cut mine down to size and post them sometime next week.

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