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Having this wealth of free time has left me in a stasis, so to speak. So much so that I browsed Target today. I’ll say it again… I browsed Target today. At some point, I would look at my cell phone to check the time and then sigh and continue walking in circles. Were there more things to do in Lynchburg - an H&M would be nice - I could possibly enjoy this time, but I feel drained. Much of my time has been spent either snacking or working out intensely. I’ve likely done around fifteen hundred situps so far this break. After a while I just feel like falling asleep (which I’ve done plenty of too). Thus goes the dreary life in Lburg. Although, I am very much looking forward to visiting the Bookshop on the Avenue tomorrow with Rianna. That will be a delight, I’m sure.
I began reading The Catcher in the Rye yesterday. This happens to be one of the books I purchased at the BotA in May. I heart buying used books, and I frankly dread and avoid new books. My copy of Catcher has been so abused that it has been falling apart as I am reading. The cover cracks into pieces as I shuffle it into a more comfortable grasp and edges of the pages will disentegrate as my fingers brush past. My future library will be composed of books like this - books that have been touched and pages that have curled, bent, or dog-eared (most likely by me). Writing about the level of intimacy I partake in with my books makes me want to read. And that I shall.
November 25th, 2005 at 3:01 pm
Is this your first time reading Catcher in the Rye? What did you think? It’s been a few years since I’ve read it but I remember learning a lot about myself from it. One thing I remember was Holden explaining how he hates inconveniencing people and how it seemed so easy for women to do it. I thought about that exact part of the book the other day as I was sitting in traffic behind a minivan who had completely stopped traffic because she realized she needed to turn left instead of go straight and thought nothing of forcing everyone else to wait as she moved over. I, on the other hand, would never dream of making another car wait as a result of my not paying attention. I would go completely out of my way to turn around and go back to where I needed, all along being extremely frustrated that it’s so easy for some women to do what they do. I think you can relate?