After finishing the Great Gatsby (in just a few days), I began 1984, by George Orwell. On the third page there is an asterisk (*) that leads one to the 11 page appendix that explains the principals of "Newspeak". I think I spent two weeks wielding my way through these very dry, unenjoyable, yet ultimately necessary pages. I have two problems: a) I am a painfully slow reader, b) I have limited time and innumerable distractions, so if I'm not thoroughly engrossed in a book, I just won't pick it up. Alas, I have fought my way through the monotony of description and found my way back to the actual story, and after a sick day at home with the kiddos I am on page 47 and feeling quite justified in my pride over this fact.
So far--spoiler alert!--it's dark. Like soul-deep kinda dark. It makes me want to hear my kids laugh, and watch cartoons, and talk to my mom.
Well, I guess that's all I've got for you now. See you again in 198 pages of tiny, soul-sucking Times New Roman type.
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