Friday, February 1, 2008

In January I read 348 pages of literary fiction. A mean of 11.2 ppd (pages per day). My goal was a mean of 30 ppd. I came 18.8 ppd short of my goal. Pathetic. At this rate I'll get through about ten novels and/or short story collections this year. Pathetic. My goal for February is still 30 ppd, but my real goal is just to do better than last month. Which shouldn't be hard. Today I have 3 pages under my belt—the beginning of chapter 9 of Sister Carrie, which I read on the train. Three pages on the 3 train. And get this: I didn't even plan it that way. What's next, sliced bread?

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