I've been reading Malcolm Gladwell's Outliers these days. For school.... eh... for work, actually. Workplace book club. My first such enterprise.
Feels strange, since we're discussing 2 chapters at a time for an hour once every 2 weeks. Reminds me a bit of how we were reading Vanity Fair and Ulysses for my two Eng Lit classes with professor Henry Auster - every Friday for a year, little by little. As much as I didn't mind a year with Vanity Fair, Ulysses just about killed me - and I decided to abandon it just a few pages before the end.
I know nothing stops me from reading the whole thing instead of bit by bit. I know it's a good book. But somehow because I'm reading it for work - even though it was my idea and in many ways my choice - it feels like work! I definitely have to re-evaluate.
