Reading Life
Oct. 14th, 2013 03:50 pmI was reorganizing one of my book piles, and I was stunned to discover that I have that book on FDR and the Supreme Court, on that big political-Constitutional battle: “Supreme Power” by Jeff Shesol. Very recently, when I felt like opening up a second slot for American history, I was thinking of ordering this book. How funny would that have been? To end up having two copies of the book. Like I have money to burn.
Wait, this story gets worse!
Even before I pick the book up, I am fighting this nervous suspicion. But my fears were right. I made some notes on the book. It turns out that I actually read the damn thing. Wow! It is one thing to buy a book and then forget about it. That is kind of understandable. But to have read the book and to have forgotten than you even bought it! That is a whole new level of dumbassness. Sure, I usually forget what I have read in a book, but not that I have at least read the thing.
It must have been over a few years ago when I read it. Maybe sometime between 2007 and 2009? It was kind of a dead period for me. It was after I lost my main blogging friends and before I got into my book-blogging and the Three Journal. I was lost in a fog trying to figure out what to do with myself, looking for a reason to really want to get out of bed in the morning.
At least I didn’t order the book, again.
I had already started Brandt’s book on FDR, rereading it, for that second slot in my reading schedule. If I ever get around to finishing it, maybe I will reread Shesol’s book for that slot, seeing that I already have it. But I am not sure. The battle over the Supreme Court is great history, but there is so much great history and I have so little time, and I cannot help thinking that if I really liked the book, I would have remembered reading it.
Wait, this story gets worse!
Even before I pick the book up, I am fighting this nervous suspicion. But my fears were right. I made some notes on the book. It turns out that I actually read the damn thing. Wow! It is one thing to buy a book and then forget about it. That is kind of understandable. But to have read the book and to have forgotten than you even bought it! That is a whole new level of dumbassness. Sure, I usually forget what I have read in a book, but not that I have at least read the thing.
It must have been over a few years ago when I read it. Maybe sometime between 2007 and 2009? It was kind of a dead period for me. It was after I lost my main blogging friends and before I got into my book-blogging and the Three Journal. I was lost in a fog trying to figure out what to do with myself, looking for a reason to really want to get out of bed in the morning.
At least I didn’t order the book, again.
I had already started Brandt’s book on FDR, rereading it, for that second slot in my reading schedule. If I ever get around to finishing it, maybe I will reread Shesol’s book for that slot, seeing that I already have it. But I am not sure. The battle over the Supreme Court is great history, but there is so much great history and I have so little time, and I cannot help thinking that if I really liked the book, I would have remembered reading it.