Fuller’s November 52 Books Summary

Here’s what I did in November:

Here are the books in my book journal that weren’t complete as of 1 December 2017:

That’s right: Bram Stoker’s Dracula.  I went wild on those biblioklept 2666 posts last week, and they convinced me I needed to read Dracula in the same way that reading The Brothers Karamazov helps with Infinite Jest.

So this is it.  Heading into December I’ve read 55 books.  Dracula will make 56.  It’s 400 pages, so it should take me right up until the beginning of Infinite Winter to finish.  Then on to 2666 which takes us into February.

There’s a slight sadness in recognizing that this is it, the last book in this 52 Books project.  It’s not what I ever thought this would end on.  In fact, I do remember very emphatically championing Moby Dick, but for multiple reasons that never happened.  Still, 56 books–in one year?  Nothing to sneeze at, and something to be completely proud of.  I guess I’m slipping into something akin to a post-marathon funk: my feet are bruised/blistered/bleeding, my muscles flush with searing lactic acid, my brain is loopy from dehydration, and my ass and back feel like I’ve been dropped ass-first through ten stories of 2-by-4 wood planks.  It’ll take another day or so before I realize, “Holy shit, most people don’t even drive 26.2 miles in a day.”

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