Don Quixote by Miguel De Cervantes
Translated by Edith Grossman
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2025 is the year of reading (mostly) books that have been sitting on my shelves for years.
Except for this one. This one’s new - a gift from about a month ago. I suppose you could say it’s been sitting on the to-be-read shelf of my mind for years.
Except for this one. This one’s new - a gift from about a month ago. I suppose you could say it’s been sitting on the to-be-read shelf of my mind for years.
I’m not sure what it is with me and tackling big, long books this year: Dune, The Way of Kings, Moby-Dick.
Six weeks for one of these novels. Months this year for them collectively.
But now I've got a wild hair to read this next:
It wasn’t part of the “plan” (and I use that term loosely) to read this year, but here we are. I’m not even sure I’ll like it.
I’m going in blind — I know of it, but not about it. Maybe that’s the best way.
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