A Reading Diary

In summary:

-Belle Époque lesbians

-Gilberte Swann showed up for the first time.

-So many fuckin’ flowers.

-We appear to have ditched the Narrator in order to hang out with Swann and Odette. 

I’m over halfway through Swann’s Way, guys. 

There are flowers everywhere. Flowers, flowers, and more flowers. I am beginning to think my header and icon choices were very appropriate. 

-Can’t read the book on an empty stomach because I get hungry.

-Almost everyone in the Narrator’s family is kind of a dick. 

-The Narrator is in general kind of adorable and relatable.

Other stuff:  -Definitely enjoying the language. 

-Combray somehow manages to feel incredibly familiar and is making me think of the small town I grew up in even though they’re absolutely nothing alike. 

The Narrator is incredibly endearing and his obsession with the theater is super adorable. 

So I made a bet. It was this: I would read Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, and if I completed it in a reasonable amount of time, my dad would take me to France. So of course, like any sane person, I said yes. 

This blog exists so that I can track my progress and motivate myself to complete my goal. After I finish with Lost Time, I hope to use it as a general reading diary, but for now, it’s just going to be Proust.

Don’t expect deep, scholarly analysis or anything, as I’m not a scholar and am really just a supremely nerdy teenager. If anything, there’s going to be a lot of shitposting and goal-setting. However, I hope this proves to be an enjoyable and entertaining journey.