This year I am going to read this book.
I know. I know. I said that last year...and the year before that. But I mean it this time. I've owned a copy of this book since I was 17 years old and I can never make it past the first chapter. I'm not even sure why I need to read it. I just do. Some people have exciting, life-altering, experiences on their 'bucket lists'. Mine is just filled with books I really don't want to read. I know I'm boring. Don't be a hater.
So this is the year.
But not this month, because I'm trying to get things settled at work.
And probably not in February because I have a few books from Christmas that I am anxious to start.
And March is out of the question because the kids are out for spring break which means the most reading I will get done is ,perhaps, the back of the Tide container.
And April is always busy with birthdays...
Maybe this summer...
Or by my birthday.
Whatever.
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