I’m really proud of myself for reading Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. I’m about a third of the way through, and I’m enjoying the journey. I spent two years in college as an English major and I wasn’t able to read Shakespeare, Chaucer, or Joyce without getting stuck at the bottom of the first page. All the words would just jumble up in a big pile in my head and I’d have to start over. More often I’d just give up. I’ve never been able to get through real literature because of that. With a fresh mind and some new strategies, I’m re-visiting the classics – one by one and slowly.
I’m also reading Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott.