That Fastidious Fyodor

I’ve been tirelessly working my way through Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, at about 50 pages a day. Even for me, it is hard to comprehend everything that is going on. The book itself is 800 pages long, in small print. The last book I read of his, The Idiot, was around 625 pages, and Crime & Punishment was about 550 if I recall correctly.

I’m trying to finish it before the 30th, when I leave for Montana. I have bought several books to read there, which will probably be my only vacation activity. (Una semana de vacaciones con mi familia). I have bought a journal to write in while I’m there in the mountains.

Things I have remembered today that I should not forget: My sister has borrowed several movies from me (All of the X-Men movies, The Machinist, Mirrormask, and she still owes me a new Equilibrium DVD). I will most likely never see them again, as she can be forgetful and utterly irresponsible about 95% of the time.

My public speaking class only has four days left. But what a four days it will be. Two speeches to give and a panel discussion. Throw in a final exam, (which takes place on my birthday), and you have a week of weeks.