Day Fourteen - The Sixteen Pleasures

I like to read books. More specifically I like to read classic novels and current non-fiction. I majored in World Literature and therefore I have had a number of people tell me to read a number of books. And, as I say - I have done so. Usually with minimal complaints. However, I have never had someone recommend a book to me and bring me the book, because they thought of me. Until now.

Last week a coworker of mine, Catherine, brought me a well-worn copy of The Sixteen Pleasures, and told me that she thought I would enjoy reading it. Completely without prompting or previous discussion of the book. So today I started to read my first loaned book. Catherine read this book when she was 29 and thought I might identify with the protagonist.

In spite of [or perhaps because of] some initial hackiness in the very beginning, I am enjoying the book. It is a very identifiable book [though not as much as Anna Karenina - but what is?], which is exhilaratng and frustrating. I'm of course delighted that someone thought of me in any capacity and angered over me not being the enigma I imagine myself to be.