I Pledge to Read

...and make up for all those years I preferred sitting in front of the idiot box than devouring the classics.  Occasionally chancing upon lists and lists of timeless manuscripts and even noteworthy contemporaries gave me a sinking feeling of failing one’s own belief.  Here I was thinking how avid a reader I am until slapped with an eternal list of books I should have read all the summers of my childhood. I don’t regret spending nights playing SuperMario or tree-climbing with my cousins or flying kites in the open fields of Cadiz.  The only regret I now have of my childhood is reading less than what I should have with all those free time. It was pretty delusional to believe and equate the love of reading to a zeal for it.

It’s such a shame and a pity likened to one who adores Audrey Hepburn but hasn’t paid enough homage to watching any of her films the fact that I haven’t read Charles Dickens yet.  To prove how off tangent I was, I bought a copy of Frankenstein at a book sale with such geek vogue. But to date the paperback’s still lounging inside my suitcase since almost half a decade ago.  Mary Shelley would have zombied on me at such a callous act of devaluation, though honestly, honestly not in bad faith.

So I pledge to read though most unfortunately at such a time when the demands of law school would not indulge me.  But as they say, if there’s a will, there’s a way. And summer. And the perennial holidays and semestral breaks.

So I pledge to read more and devour as much knowledge and wisdom as I can.  And I intend to make each reading activity an optimal learning experience.


So help me God. #