I’ve got another birthday coming up. That, and this sort of forgetfulness, have me wondering again about getting older. All in all, I’d say the aging process is overrated. I can’t recommend it. Yes, it’s great that you finally quit caring about minor details and need never buy another book, but all the downsides add up to a deal-breaker.
One for the price of two
Ever pay good money for a book, and then realize two chapters in that you’ve already read it? That’s happened to me more than once, most recently with Ruth Rendell’s The Rottweiler. The bad news: it’s not so great a book that I’d have knowingly bought it twice. The good news: I’ve forgotten how it ends, so I suppose I’ll keep reading.
BC and I jest about the fact that I will soon need only one book, and we can revisit it over and over again on our walks. It will be new to us each time.
Alas, for me, it isn’t likely to be the bible. Perhaps by then it will be one you have published.
Okay .. I suppose I really should avoid the cliche that it’s better than the alternative??