Each year around this time I start feeling a little guilty about how much time I’ve spent in the last year staring at a screen and binge watching youtube videos — as opposed to the entertainment medium preferred by ivory tower intellectuals everywhere: the humble book.
And so it goes that each year around this time I declare my intention to dig back into my book collection and start doing some legit reading again, often under the guise of using said reading as fodder for writing more posts here.
So, back to the drawing board. It’s December, and at the risk of triggering that half of the population who now apparently despise people who pursue intellectual things, I’m hereby declaring my intention to read more novels and write more reviews of those novels.
It call it my book club. Tho… not because I want people to join. It’s more of a club in the hefty, wooden stick sense of the word, in that I’m going to read more books and then beat you over the head with the details when I write about them later.