Snob

One of my proudest accomplishments to date is that I read AND ENJOYED "The Brothers Karamazov" by choice. While it was one of the most difficult books I've ever read, it also provided the most pleasure. The richly developed characters, layered story and challenging philosophical arguments made for an incredible literary journey. Because of this, I have decided to tackle "Crime & Punishment." I'm hopeful the book will be just as tough and if possible, even more entertaining. I'll keep you informed...

Now, in the interest of 100% transparency, there is other motivation behind reading more Dostoevsky. In a deep dark place in my heart I like to think of myself as an intellectual. More accurately, I fancy myself intellectually superior to a whole bunch of folks. (What?!?!? This self perception isn't as deeply hidden as I'd like to think it is?) The thing is, this belief isn't based on a high priced education or on any quantifiable intelligence. When it gets right down to it, really, I'm just a snob. I'm afraid that I have been most of my life. The truth is, reading "Crime & Punishment" for fun makes me feel good about myself. There I said it. And the possibility of mentioning it in conversation conjures fantasies that puff me up peacock style.

Which is exactly why I'm coming clean. I can't be allowed to continue this masquerade - even if it's mostly in my mind. Reading Dostoevsky does not make me intellectually superior. I need to read "Crime & Punishment" solely because I really loved "The Brothers K." No good will come of my desire to brag about reading it at parties to make you believe I'm smarter than you. I mean, fo' shiz, I've read all the Twilight books and intend to read another Harry Potter before the next movie comes out. My literary appetite doesn't strictly crave fillet mignon - I'll tear up a hot dog once in awhile too. I'm just saying. Don't let me try to convince you otherwise, no matter what I'm reading.