Most days, I believe that my life is actually some mild version of a dystopian horror. Well, today it feels somewhere between eerie and uncanny…because there are no books coming in the mail. Not a one. Nothing used or new or even won. *shudder*
I’m starting to feel the effects of this fast—not quite to the deep, empty, aching hunger pains yet, but certainly past the stomach growling phase. What’s more, now that I’m almost a month into this fast, I’m wondering if I could do it with other consumerism-saturated areas of my life. Time to have a good think and look full-on at the reflection that’s been staring at me in the mirror. I’m starting to see that this is about so much more than books.