1. I went to the library today to pick up my book club's next book.
  2. I pulled it from the hold shelf and gasped.
  3. The librarians all looked up at me and I whispered, "My friend chose a SIX-HUNDRED page book for book club this month!"
  4. One of them said, "Doesn't she know it's December?!"
  5. I'm sure it's a lovely book. I liked the other one I read by this author.
  6. But there ain't no way I'm reading it.
  7. I'm already formulating excuses.
  8. I still checked it out because...then I can pretend I tried?
    I don't really know.
  9. Even if it wasn't December and I weren't crazy busy, I just can't do giant books.
  10. I feel like my life is wasting away and I spend the entire reading time thinking about the many hundreds of books out there I want to read.
    I could read at least 3 in the same amount of time.
  11. Does anyone love to read massive tomes?
  12. Am I a reading failure??
  13. Or maybe the real reason is that I haven't met my Goodreads goal yet. I can't go throwing in a show-stopper like this at such a critical time.
    I'm most competitive when I'm competing against myself.
  14. Update: I mentioned the page count to my friend who picked the book and she was horrified. She said, "I just told my coworker I refuse to read anything over 300 pages!"
    We have since picked a new book. Small crisis averted.