Well, the New Year is upon us and with it comes every possible promise of personal betterment. I’e never been particularly keen on New Year’s resolutions, perhaps because I fear both commitment and failure, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is: the kind of resolutions I can get enthusiastic about are, unsurprisingly, reading-related.

I was 9 books shy of my 100-book goal for 2014, so I’m shooting for it once again in 2015. Additionally, I want to further diversify my reading. I read a good amount of women writers and writers of color as it is, but I want to make a more conscious effort to do so. I also want to read more in translation, as that is an area in which I am lacking.

For a very brief moment I entertained the idea of echoing my friend Elizabeth’s resolution to not buy any books. Yes. Any. With the idea that it forces one to read the tons of books already in one’s possession. But I’m all about attainable goals and, besides, it runs somewhat counter to my other goals for 2015, so instead I’m just going to try to read more of the books I already own. That’s a compromise, right?

I’m also going to continue tracking my reading and I hope to better organize my bookshelves. Those might not be reading goals, but they’re book related and reading-adjacent, so I’m including them.

So these are my 2015 resolutions. They are resolutions I believe I could keep, and that’s the beauty of it.

Do you have reading resolutions? Regular resolutions? Tell me all about ’em!

 

Poindextrix in Philadelphia

January 15, 2014

So here I am in Philadelphia.

I realized over the summer That those extra classes I was taking would enable me to graduate from my library science program a semester ahead of schedule. Since my lease was ending and i didn’t want to incur a semester’s worth of unnecessary student loan debt, it seemed like the right thing to do.

I picked Philly for a number of reasons. There are some that I’m not quite ready to share here, but I’ll let you in on the others: Philly has tons of cultural heritage institutions where I could potentially find work and there are fewer library schools in the area with graduates all vying for positions. Philly is also a bit closer to home, so I can see family and friends in the DC area more often. And finally, I think New York and I just needed a break for a while. Living there by myself was certainly an experience, but New York is intense and I think I need to dial it down a bit. Also, with no job and no student loans, I couldn’t really afford to live there, now could I?

But Philly! Philly is great. It’s a city, but it isn’t quite as crazy as New York (or maybe it is, just in a different way). I’m still getting used to things (I’m using tokens for the train/bus, guys. Tokens.), but my apartment is cute and I’ve gotten my library card, so I’m settling in.

I don’t think much will change here. It’ll be the same old Poindextrix ramblings, just from my new locale.

Book People

August 26, 2012

I am incredibly jittery right now. Classes officially start tomorrow, but I won’t officially have my first grad school class until Wednesday evening. Even so, it’s right around the corner. I’m excited and ridiculously nervous. What if I’ve forgotten how to be a student? What will my professors be like? Will I make friends in my classes? What should I wear?

While I’m thinking about all this, it’s interesting to go back and look at something I wrote soon after I was accepted into the program. I call it Book People:

Dream program? Check. Dream city? Check. Now I just need to figure out how to make them a reality. I’m confident that I can make it work though. I’ve decided that I’m willing to put myself into a certain amount of debt to pursue my passion for books. I’m already in debt for college, what’s a bit more to get me to a place where I can do something that I love?

So there we go. Yours Truly is moving to the Big Apple. And yes, I am aware that Step 1 is to never again call it the Big Apple. I am really excited about the prospect of living and working in New York, which is something I’ve wanted to do since I was a kid, but I also can’t wait to be around fellow book lovers.

As one of my friends said when I told her about all this, “you’ll finally be with your people!” I told my mom about this exclamation and she laughed and agreed, but then said that wasn’t I already with “my people” working at a publishing company? Sadly, no. A friend and I discussed this over drinks — in our chosen fields where so many English and literature majors flock, “our people” — the book dorks and grammarians — are a rarity.

In a group of ESL teachers she mentioned reading Pride and Prejudice and was met with surprise and near-disdain. The counter in my office kitchen which for most is a place to drop off old books that were cluttering up the closet or to pick up a book that looks interesting was a magical fairy book counter for me, producing a number of books on my ever-growing to-be-read list.

I went to the library the other day and returned 2 books. I checked out 5. I have at least 4 boxes of books I brought home from college sitting in a closet because we don’t have any more shelf space in my house (yes, the fact that they’re in the closet and not out in the open haunts me). It’s a sickness, but one I wouldn’t try to treat.

I can’t wait to move to New York, but I’m kind of dreading it at the same time. If I had to guess, I’d say at least 80% of my possessions are books. And books are heavy.

I suppose there could still be people who are not “my people” in the program. That’s fine, you don’t have to be a prolific reader to be my friend. But it would be nice if you’d help me carry my books.