Happiness. It's relative.
While other people are reading books read by smart people who keep track of the best, I am reading what I found in the Little Free Library down the street, yet another Scandinavian mystery with a woman cop, which is interesting but pedestrian, and don’t I know that more effort on my part would yield greater intellectual challenges and make me considerably more erudite in my conversations and so it occurs to me that I would feel better now in my old age if I had kept a list all these years of reading if only to prove that at some points I was reading what all the smart people read.
You are the smart people. I are the smart people. Wait…
This post reminds me of a book sample i downloaded recently: “Ducks, Newbury Port.” Awkward title but interesting read. Won several awards. Love to know what you think.
Why bother? read what you enjoy. In our 7th decade do we really have to prove we are erudite?
Read whatever you like!
the list is inside you, and they’re all a part of your experience and who you are, even the less than erudite ones.