Bury your head in a book?

I’ve been thinking more about my ‘book reading’ comments of two days ago. I think I might be onto something. I really don’t enjoy modern television, and it’s rare for me to get ultra-excited about any films that come out, and even if I do, I resent paying ten quid a ticket to sit in a sweaty darkened room surrounded by giggling teenagers and middle-aged perverts and a multitude of multimedia cellphones. So maybe spending my time at home expanding my intelligence with research books and drifting away with a novel or two might be a good choice of lifestyle. Obviously, being me, there’ll have to be some kind of challenge involved so I might plan to start trawling through a book every week. And they have to be from different parts of a library. So if I read a biography one week, I then have to hit science fiction next and then pick a title from romance, etc, etc, etc. I could cover everything from classics to warfare to cooking to weasels to calligraphy to Westerns to comedy to Women‘s erotica; learn a few things along the way and avoid the modern world at the same time.
Sounds like a winning plan to me. 

RC 6-10-17