Yep, already regretting the whole "Hey, let's read all of Shakepeare's works in a month!" thing. See, by my count, that's 37 plays. I think Gaia said 46 yesterday, but I don't know, maybe I heard wrong. I certainly hope I did. SO... I've finished The Merchant of Venice. That's 36 to go. Nine plays a week... And they're HARD. Like, good, but, I'll be reading it, and get caught up in individual words, or suddenly become fascinated by the rhythm, and I will realize I don't actually understand any of it and have to go back.
I'm NOT reading the poems. NO NO NO! I still have to read stupid Great Expectations for school... Gah. So many books, so little time.
No more for today, All's Well that Ends Well is calling me.
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