All in the Family

Friday, August 20, 2010 | 0 Comment(s)

As per my last post, here is my brother's response RE: assigned reading.

In terms of reading, I feel you. As you know, I have always been an avid reader. Reading has always been like a tougher, clear skin around me that I can walk around wearing and nobody knows. A wardrobe, if you will. But I read zero Victorian novels in a Victorian novel class in college (I remember writing a 13 page paper for Victorian novel class entitled: Why I didn't read this book and other post-Victorian musings), and then, when I was later depressed, I read every Victorian novel known to man and loved them like siblings.  Pressure, little bro. It makes diamonds of perfectly extraordinary coal.

My brother is a reading champion.  He'll be like, "i probably should read all those long books people talk about."  And then will tear through Moby Dick, War & Peace, Infinite Jest, and Atlas Shrugged over the next month (i have read 0 of them).  It seems that we just plain don't like being told when to read.  Even if we love to read.

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