Jesting infinitely (all summer)
I'm joining in and I'm going along for the ride.
More to come on this summer reading project.
Back to my use of "finally."
When DFW committed suicide, like many others, I was shocked, horrified, and ultimately deeply troubled and saddened. I wrote about it.
At that point, I determined to read IJ, "finally," but to my dismay, I couldn't score a copy for an upcoming long weekend (every store and online resource was "out of stock"). When I returned, I made several more attempts and forgot about reading it.
I'm 63 pages in and I'm as confused, exhilarated, awed, and frustrated as many others who've taken the plunge.