I’m reading my last pre-challenge book, waiting to finish it, so that I can embark officially upon this exciting book voyage. All the while, in the back of my head, there is the question – where to start? Which book should be the first book? Should I just pick something at random, or should there be a decision making process?
It feels like such a big deal, this challenge. I have read hundreds of books. It’s always exciting, but not exactly a momentous occasion. It’s different this time. First, there is the definitive book list. No alterations. No last-minute mind changing. I’m going to read every single book on this list. That’s the commitment I’m publicly making. The second, and no less intimidating part of that commitment is that I’m going to write an essay about each of the book I read.
But this “big deal” feeling is more than that. Books have power, and when you put so much energy, so much dedication, so much hope into reading them – demanding that they transform your world, they almost always do. I don’t have the slightest idea what my life will be like by the time I finish 225th book. It’s intimidating, and yet thrilling at the same time. Anxiety of uncertainty, but with a typical optimism of a lifelong reader that everything will work out for the best.
This challenge, then, doesn’t just feel like a start of a mere reading challenge. It feels like a beginning of a new chapter in my life. There are so many changes in the process right now, that I already know by the time things are in place, entire landscape of life may be altered. I’m standing at the precipice of change, trying to decide which book to read.