Remember how I mentioned that reading, or rather finding any time to read has been a challenge? Well, I’ve completely lost my mind. I scrapped any hopes of coming up with a summer reading list. Instead, I picked up this doorstop of a book.

Infinite Jest by the late David Foster Wallace.

I almost chose this one as my first book of the year and you all said, “No, Ti!! Don’t do that to yourself!” I listened. But, guys, it’s been one heck of a year so far. I feel like NOW might be the right time to read it.

Here’s a blurb:

A gargantuan, mind-altering comedy about the Pursuit of Happiness in America

“Set in an addicts’ halfway house and a tennis academy, and featuring the most endearingly screwed-up family to come along in recent fiction, Infinite Jest explores essential questions about what entertainment is and why it has come to so dominate our lives; about how our desire for entertainment affects our need to connect with other people; and about what the pleasures we choose say about who we are.” ~ the publisher

Sounds fascinating, right? So, I am going to spend the summer with this book. I will take my time reading it, feeling it, and digesting whatever there is to take in. Simple. One book, for the summer. I can do this.