No, not the city in Pennsylvania.
For some reason I feel rather a large sense of urgency about reading books this year. I’m not sure why that is, considering that I haven’t started any more slowly that I have the previous couple of years, really. It’s probably related to my new job and schedule, but, looking at what I’ve read so far, I oughtn’t to be worried yet.
I know that reading a bit less than 150 books this year is not that great a deal in the big scheme of things, but somehow I feel it would be a tragedy on the scale of, oh, I don’t know… losing a beloved pet?
Neh 