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Today I packed up a stack of books that I bought to read over my spring break. It didn’t happen. These seven books, all of which have been on my reading list for some time, have collected dust while perched on my classroom desk. I am only a few short days away from lying on a chaise lounge overlooking still snow-covered mountains and azure waters with one of these seven books in my hand, a glass of wine in the other.
I always manage to purchase books for pleasure and keep them in my classroom, where they are never read. It’s almost become part of my end-of-the-year routine. I round them all up, fill various bags that I bring home for the summer, and quickly devour each and every one. This was usually because my free reading always competed with grad school reading, but hey. No 20 novels looming over my head that need to be completed by June 24th this year.
Although I do miss that drive to complete and read and annotate, there is something so profoundly wonderful about not caring if I fall asleep while reading my book. Continue reading
Posted by my words on a string | Filed under Friends, Grad School, Life, Music, Vermont, Work
