I just finished my reading challenge, my 2 year book quest, only reading books that'd be on the Lit GRE.
But the thing is, I hated it, at the end.
I wanted to ace the Lit GRE, and know everything about everything, and feel very smug about myself, so I tried to read everything I was "supposed to."
But the thing is, I don't really care about "supposed to." The perfectionism over books dried up my love for them.
I kept trying to open Trollope or Boccaccio, and not getting around to it, while the books I wanted to read gathered reproachful dust.
I started avoiding the books. Avoiding the test. Avoiding literature in general. And now, though I don't know about the test, I do know my relationship with reading is getting back on track.
Here's what I learned from my pretentious reading diet: