As part of “Rung one” of my living deliberately experiment (see post “More obsessive business”) I have dedicated an hour each day to reading. In this light, I have a bit of a competition for yous, or as the French would say, a “competition”.
How to earn a prize:
I want your book suggestions. Yes, yes. Any book that at one point really got you freaked out, zoned in, turned on, or otherwise intellectually titillated is game. I want your guilty pleasures, your embarrassing excerpts, your memorable memoirs. I want those science fiction novels you read when no one is around, those weighty and ponderously-titled books you thought would help you impress girls, and those books that—having failed with that romantic ploy—you ended up reading to learn how to actually impress girls.
If there is a book you would like to read and haven’t, I’ll read it with you. If there is a book you’ve read and think everyone should read, I’ll take a stab at it. If there is a book you have not read, have no interest in reading, but want me to read it out of some sadistic interest, I might take a stab at you, but sure, I’ll take a read-see.
Give me your most low-brow, your most pretentious, your most “I should but don’t really want to” books, comics, graphic novels, manifestos. Anything that comes with a cover and in-between pages in Spanish, English, French, that’s good to go.
If you really want to titillate my textual undertaking, then read one of these books with me.
Whilst cleaning my bedroom, I happened upon quite I number of photos that I took with disposable cameras about 9 years ago. The photos are terrible; out of focus, very clearly driven by hormones, and the best part is, of people I do not have the least memory of.
So! The first three people to suggest a text on the comments section of the blog, they get one of these photos sent as a postcard to the address of their choice.
Additionally, the first three people who volunteer to read one of these books with me so at the very least we can talk about it, they get a postcard too.
If there is a book that I think is an awesome suggestion, I reserve the right to send you a post card.
And if some weighty, ponderously titled book by a Russian author ends up actually impressing someone, well, sure, expect a postcard with some sweaty preteens in ill-fitting clothes on the front as a taken of my gratitude