There is a liberating sort of feeling about changing core routines so drastically. Seeing a much flatter stomach and more toned muscles in my arms is rewarding, especially considering that I am now 40. Developing a nice, healthy tan from walking outside 90-120 minutes/day for 3x/week is a bonus. Outside of a few minor issues, life is looking up. The squirrels are frolicking more and more these days and it's hard not to think, despite all the evils in this world, that life and its multitudes of creatures just might be a wonderful thing after all.
But sometimes, things have to give. Therefore, I'm possibly going to be shuttering this blog in the coming months if my recent job application comes through. Nearly eleven years and perhaps it's time to admit that reviewing is best left to fans and not those who take a (much) less enthusiastic approach to discussing a work's perceived merits and deficiencies. There just isn't really much reward in discussing books that others aren't gushing over already, n'est ce pas? So maybe it's best to retreat into a setting where I can focus on sciuridae and obscure writers like Milan Kundera and Terry Bollea and leave the discussion of books to the experts.