i'm not a quitter.
today i decided to leave behind a book that simply wasn't doing it for me, and start a new one.
the era of finishing books at all costs began sometime in college. as a student of literature, books were meant to be finished, analyzed, and discussed on paper. (repeat until graduation)
a yellow raft in blue water marked the official cessation of this madness. i slapped that book down with confidence, and while reveling in the reverberation i announced, "no more!"
it was 1994. i had just learned a significant lesson.
now its 2006, and it took several days of, "well, maybe the book will get better... i'll forge ahead" until this morning, when i opened the heart is a lonely hunter and read:
In the town, there were two mutes, and they were always together.
i feel much better.