Reading Plans

I am trying to wrap up Dante’s Inferno this month. I am at Canto 16, which is further than I have ever gone before.  I don’t know why this one is so challenging to me, but it is.  It is my last title I must complete to do what I wanted to do with The Literary Life’s 20 for 2020 reading challenge.

They’ve already posted the challenge for next year.  You can look at it here.  They also have one for kids this time.

I think by the time this month is over I will have read 150 books this year.  Of course, you know what a year it was and books have been an immense solace and necessary escape.

 

The first year I was married, my husband told me quite seriously that I read too much and he thought it was a problem and I should take a break.  Well, to be honest, I would agree that I did read too much, in that I let several things go that I really should’ve been more responsible about, and I also knew that as a non-reader and a person who needed all eyes and attention on him (although at the time I would have just said extrovert, but it was more pathological than that)- I knew my reading made him feel lonely.  So I was willing to work with him a bit.  I said I agreed I could be slightly more moderate in my approach to books, and I’d give it a shot.  What did he have in mind?

 

SIX MONTHS.

 

I gave it no more consideration whatsoever.  I mean…. I was thinking a week or two.  Six months wasn’t even human. I asked for clarification when I stopped laughing and scoffing, and he meant six months, no reading at all, of anything.  Not even a newspaper.

 

Like I said, I didn’t even pretend I thought that was reasonable or that there was some sort of compromise possible.  I just said no, because there’s clearly no reasoning on this topic with a person who thinks that was a remotely reasonable request.

But I do wonder if I’d insisted on counseling for clearly psychopathic behaviour way back then, if I’d have found myself raising the Cherub alone after 37 years of marriage this last year (and the future as far as I can foresee).

 

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3 Comments

  1. Lisa Beth W.
    Posted December 5, 2020 at 2:33 pm | Permalink

    Wow. WOW. Does make you wonder, doesn’t it? I’m feeling sorry for you all over again. I am so happy that you have children and grandchildren! My husband and I are dealing with his wicked father right now, whom we are realizing more and more was terrible to his wife (who passed away this fall) in ways and depths we didn’t know. They were married for nigh on 55 years. I am so eternally grateful that God gave her four children and 15 grandchildren who loved her devotedly. She also lived to see six great grandchildren. 🙂 She was a wise and brave woman, but we wish she would have confided in us more. Now she is free and rejoicing!

  2. Frances
    Posted December 5, 2020 at 2:58 pm | Permalink

    Did you get continuing hassle. or did that settle it?

    • Headmistress
      Posted December 7, 2020 at 11:24 am | Permalink

      Interesting to consider this question in retrospect. He never asked me to stop reading again. He tried ‘teasing’ and ‘joking’ about it but he found on this topic I was impervious, so it was a waste of time, and when he tried mocking my reading habits to third parties it mostly made him look the fool, so he dropped that approach.

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