047: reading English. / [or, I have to remember that tea will be a part of this. or else I might go insane.]

On the deck, wind steering the umbrella in sways, I’ve got my Oxford reading lists, and I’m trying to make my selections.

I can’t read everything, you know. I can read every spare minute, over breakfast, before bed. But there’s also life to consider.

My list includes Dickens, Hardy, three Brontës, Eliot, Browning, Tennyson, Carroll. In some sections I must choose between four books, all which sound flooring. And how much can I get through in what’s left of summer?

I stare at the tome that is Bleak House. Try to imagine myself finishing it in a week.

Literary enslavement.