*sigh* *awkward giggle* *puts on 'here goes' face*

I'm not going to finish Great Expectations this month. There, I said it.

I'm ceasing the efforts which, I will admit, were pitiful at best but I'm okay with that. I read about 100 pages in these past 26 days and though, yes, that is sad, I will not be conquering the remaining 370 in the next 5 days. It's not a question about whether I could. I'm positive that I could if I wanted to. But I don't want to. This whole "life" thing is obstructing my Great Expectations time and I'm tired of being disappointed in myself. Also, Great Expectations isn't the gripping narrative that could have me under the covers at 1am reading by the light of my iPod. I wish it was but I'm barely slogging through.

So I'll have to finish it some other time. As for next month, I will have to consult the list to decide what comes next. I will let you know.

Great Expectations... please don't have them

I wanted to inform all of you (or both of you, at least) that May's classic is Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens. I'm not sure why I picked this one but I felt it was about time to throw Dickens into the mix and because I was spoiled on the end of A Tale of Two Cities I don't know if I'll ever want to read it. This means that Great Expectations wins by default as it is the only other Dickens book on my shelf.

I think we've all heard a lot about the guy and so I'm rather excited to get started. Also there's the potential of this conversation...

"Oh, you're reading Great Expectations? Is that for school?"

"No, I'm just reading it."

"Ooooh, that's neat."

In my head, "Yeah, that's right, I *am* this deep."

Maybe I'm a bit of a literature egomaniac, even if I don't really have the credentials to be one. Yet. I cannot express how much I love being in on a literature reference. It's the best feeling, especially when no one else gets it.

Now what does that say about me as a person?