I was standing in the breakroom the other day; a little longer than usual. I got stuck having to warm up my food in the lazy microwave. Next to the lazy microwave I spied a bookcase. Hmm some magazines on top, a few VHS tapes, several yearbooks and some novels. As my couscous slowly warmed I thought to myself, "Self, when was the last time you read a book?" I sat and pondered that question for a bit, "Well I am half way through Unbeaten Tracks in Japan and 501 Must-Visit Destinations so right now I am reading." Then I thought to myself, "Self, picture books about traveling don't count! And before Unbeaten Tracks it was months. What happened to you? You loved to read!" I don't know what happened and I still love to read.
So on day number two being stuck using the craptastic microwave I decided that I am going to read every book in the breakroom. You can't read VHS so that's out. Fashion magazines are out too. And so are the yearbooks for that matter, I don't care to see what my co-workers looked like in high school. I noticed two books on cassette which I would attempt except I have no way of listening to them right now.
I haven't owned one of these since before I went to high school. My car does not come equipped with such a legacy device either. So there are two "books" that I will be passing on the bookshelf. Kinda glad I don't have a cassette player because one of the books is about the Tripp/Lewinski nonsense. I have no interest in women's affairs; especially repulsive ones.
Some time soon when I am stuck at that blasted slow-poke microwave I shall write down the list of books on the shelf and start reading them. No, I am not going to review them. And I know I am already not going to like some of them and others I have already read. But I will probably share the list and my progress as I go. Maybe this self imposed torture will get me off my ass to look for books that I choose because I find them of interest. Not because I got some wild hair up my ass to read the books in the breakroom. It's almost as if I am punishing myself for not reading by forcing myself to read things that are not of my choosing. English 101 anybody? I will have ample time to read at work now that I am forced to take an hour lunch. More on that later.
Ah hell who am I kidding, I am not going to read the god awful books in the breakroom. I will read the good ones even if I have already read them. The Harlequin novels and self help books can stay on that stinkin' shelf. With that said, if anyone has a book or series they would like to suggest.... I am all ears.
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