The Final Dance Approaches
I didn’t get this post in before November ended–that being my monthly post about A Dance To The Music Of Time–because I’m just worn down with this novel.
I’ve ran a marathon before, and it wasn’t nearly as painful as reading the entirety of this 3,500 page novel. This thing is like a literary gouge to my cornea. It physically pains me to read this novel right now.
I’m on the home stretch of the book, and even though I’m seriously ready to quit on it, I can get through one more (that would be book 12, Hearing Secret Harmonies, which obviously sounds riveting). One more. Just one more. I can crawl over the finish line if I have to.
I read Book 11, Temporary Kings, in November. And here are my well-developed and thoughtful insights on it:
This book sucks.
Carry on now.
Don’t hold back, Robert. The last 3 books are just awful. I’m not giving you hope on the last one. It’s the worst of the bunch. But you can do it. Maybe you should give yoursel 3 more months to read it at just 2 pages a day.
Oh, that’s horrible news. I’ve got to get through by the end of the year. Can’t do it anymore!
Some time you just have to let it out. (And let it go.)
Here I am, standing on the edge of the blacktop, Mile 24. In my outstretched hands I have cups, one water, one Gatorade. “You look great! You’re awesome! Whoop Whoop!” Time to bring it home.
I CAN DO IT!
(the crowd cheers as Robert passes the 24 mile mark) Robert! Robert! Robert!
It is like a marathon now. Just keep thinking how good you’ll feel when it’s over. And having gone this far, you can’t quit…
I’m so proud of you for sticking with this. You can do eet!