Yesterday's post was silly...who needs to know what my indulgences are (especially when they are so tame)? But I'll come clean here and say, I bought Sees chocolates yesterday, not long after the post, and ate two pieces yesterday, one today. It only takes the suggestion of Sees chocolates to make me want some, badly. Same goes for chocolate cake. (It's almost 10 p.m. yet I can see myself heading to the grocery store to buy some cake right now. Plus a little vanilla ice cream. All true sugarholics can relate I suppose.)
I bought, for my book club, Anthony Doerr's All the Light We Cannot See; while waiting for the book to arrive, read the first five or so pages online; was not impressed. But as I've said, I usually give an author fifty pages or so before expressing any kind of real judgment, and will do so with this book. What does it say about me that I'm more excited to read Sheila Taormina's Swim Speed Secrets than this very popular piece of fiction? Have I become trivial through and through, yuppified beyond recall?
Life seems so short; I don't really have the patience any more to slog through mediocre pieces of literature...I feel so much more alive writing, running, swimming, biking, even watching Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, than I do reading most fiction. And by "most fiction" I mean, everything except fantastic, Tolstoy-level fiction, or more lighthearted yet imaginative and genuinely funny stuff. There isn't much out there that qualifies as Tolstoy-level, nowadays...nor as terrific trash fiction. The cake-and-ice-cream stuff. But we genuinely need both in our lives.
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