I’ve checked this book out from the library I don’t know how many times. I started trying to read it when my friend Nat bought a copy at a used book store. Neither one of us has yet had the enthusiasm to tackle it.
“Don Quixote” is supposed to be a good book, right? So, why the intimidation? BECAUSE IT’S A BIG, THICK BOOK WITH LOTS OF TINY PRINT, that’s why!
But hey, if I could slog through “Atlas Shrugged,” and even enjoy it, “Don Quixote” should be a breeze, right?
Part of the issue is, I prefer non-fiction books.
Another part of the issue is, I’ve become an exceptionally lazy reader. I squander all my spare time on the internet. Like I’m doing right now, for instance.
Anyway, yeah. DQ in 2010!