In addition to making New Year’s resolutions about writing, I made some about reading. Arithmetic, however, is not part of the equation. And that’s four points to me for making the lame pun.
I have two goals for my literary intake in 2009. First, I am going to make sure I read at least one chapter a day of whatever it is I’ve got my mitts on at the time. Second, I am determined to read more non-fiction this year. In the two and a half years since I graduated college, I’ve picked up over a dozen non-fiction works, and completed only two or three of them. Embarrassing. It was almost like I was forgetting how to read non-fiction. I swore I could feel tiny parts of my brain shutting down, effectively becoming stupider. So, before I transform before your very eyes into some overall-wearing, cud-chewing yokel whose eyes are set disturbingly close together, I’m hitting the books.
Since I’m a history dork, and a glutton for punishment, I’m starting my mission with Adrian Goldsworthy’s “Caesar: Life of A Colossus”. It’s a 500-plus page tome about the life and times of that most famous Roman standard-bearer, toga-wearer, and constitution-tearer. Once I finish, I’ll be sure to post a review.