TDF Pamela
The Discriminating Fangirl, who is more likely to answer to Pamela if you shout it at her, is the proud owner of an MA in English, focusing on children's/young adult literature and popular culture. She's now not using that degree to work as a project manager for a mobile app company. She reads voraciously, loves geeky movies and tv shows, reads comic books as long as she's not pissed off at Marvel, and when she's procrastinating, she enjoys playing video games. She can be contacted at t.d.fangirl @ gmail.com and followed on Twitter @tdfangirl.
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Reading is fun. Sometimes.
I love to read. If you’ve ever talked to me or read my LiveJournal, you know this. But I have a dirty little secret. Sometimes I hate reading.
Like, for instance, right now. Because I’m reading Greek and Roman philosophy. It’s not really the reading itself that I hate, but rather it’s the lack of engagement from my brain. I’m reading Longinus’s thoughts on the sublime, which as far as Greek philosophy goes isn’t half bad, but at the same time, my brain keeps wandering off topic. It keeps muttering something about going to a bookstore this weekend and picking up Patricia Briggs’s new novel, Cry Wolf. Or about finally reading Neil Gaiman’s Fragile Things, as it’s been sitting on my bookshelf for something like two years, unfinished.
It unfortunately is not muttering about finishing up this giant sheaf of Greco-Roman philosophers, or the bits of the Silmarillion I’m supposed to have finished by the end of the week, or starting that book on multiple literacies for my class on teaching college English.
[sigh]
I suppose I’ll get to look forward to this for the rest of my graduate and post-grad career, right?