Read What I Read

All that work for nothing. And if we happened to cast back, in search of edification, to days past and jobs completed --- oh, what a bad idea, for what had all that amounted to? And anticipating future work just made the present moment even more miserable. There was so much unpleasantness in the workaday world. The last thing you ever wanted to do at night was go home and do the dishes. And just the idea that part of the weekend had to be dedicated to getting the oil changed and doing the laundry was enough to make those of us still full from lunch want to lie down in the hallway and force anyone dumb enough to remain committed to walk around us.

Joshua Ferris, Then We Came to the End

I've read THREE books so far this year, which already makes me a better person than last year, when I read two. Right?