I - The Regime of Excessively Short Summer Reading

Chapter 1

Last Friday, I roared like a tornado (because cliches are awesome) through a sadly undefended local library and swept away a treasure trove of books. The books back home were not enough to sate the terrible hunger - I needed shorter volumes to fuel the Creature that is Summer Reading.

In a word, I'm getting nowhere in War and Peace, so I decided to take my summer reading in small steps.

I finish H. G. Wells's The Time Machine and C. S. Lewis's An Experiment in Critique yesterday, and I will talk about them, as well as my Regime, at length in chapter 2 and 3 of this Summer Reading Saga when I am not late for class.

:: flees ::