Not having to read for school is wonderful.

I always forget this feeling until I have it again, and now that I’m finished with school for good (well, at least for the next few years...I’ve been floating the idea of seminary but I’m not fully sold just yet), the possibility of reading whatever I want, whenever I want, is both intoxicating and overwhelming. So. Much. To. Read.

I recently read My Life with Bob by Pamela Paul. As the first official biblio-memoir that I’ve read, I must say I’m inspired but not impressed.

My sister recently won $2,600 in her first trip to a casino with her boyfriend and his mom. His mom had given her $200 to play with, consenting to the possibility that it could all be gone within the hour. Having never gambled myself, reading Dostoevsky’s novel The Gambler gave me new insight into something she told me about the experience.