Dare I Read had its third birthday yesterday.
Three years of working my way through my reading life.
I’ll get back to mining the diary. I’m one post away from finishing with the 1988 diary in London, the summing up post. As has happened before, I just got tired of going over it. The old stuff.
I’ve lately been responding to whatever strikes me in current reading. When I have something to say about it. Sometimes when I just want to pull something out and point at it.
The “notes toward an autobiography by others” is growing faster than I’d expected. I could imagine it turning into a separate thing, a book maybe. (One can imagine all sorts of things.)
How long have you been reading Dare I Read? Any favorite moments?