These thoughts are coming now as I stare at a few books that I should have reviewed weeks, if not 2-3 months, ago: Manuel Vicent, Pascua y naranjas and Carlos Droguett, Todas esas muertes (Premio Alfaguara winner); a few histories and novels on World War I for my WWI blog; various women writers I want to read to make sure my reading, tilted askew by other projects, isn't too heavily male; the various Italian, Portuguese, and French-language works I want to read in order to meet that 50x4 goal (the Spanish-language portion is already near 50% of that mark); and reviewing each of the 2014 releases that I highlighted in a January post, approaching 30 titles. All this around working two jobs and prepping to take a college course this summer in order to renew my teaching license.
It's a lot on my plate, yet for the most part, I feel like I'm "getting things done." Hope to finish at least one more Premio Alfaguara review this weekend, perhaps two, in order to reach 50% of that goal. Then I'll read some French and Italian-language novels on WWI to further my progress in those two areas. Perhaps in a couple of weekends, I'll review more 2014 releases that I've already read, so that there will be a lot of reviews to refer to later when trying to decide which 2014 releases were the best come December. Maybe I'll write that Leonora Carrington review shortly. Or perhaps a few more by women authors who've intrigued me lately. Come to think of it, perhaps the purpose of having certain goals is not to restrict oneself to a narrow area but instead to force one to open his/her eyes to the wide-ranging beauties there are out there, both in the literary world and the larger one encompassing it.