Does anyone care that I am skimming a different book flap every single day for a year? Neither do I! I started because I read about an admirable woman who is reading a book every day for a year and I wanted to be just like her, except I didn't want to read any books. But now skimming a book flap every day is just a grueling, meaningless chore, and I'm sure that reading about it is even worse. Who cares? Nobody promised that life would be fun! The gigantic book BIRDS OF NORTH AMERICA includes "plumage variations," thank goodness! I bet before you bought it you were like, "This book better contain plumage variations!" And then you glanced at the flap and were mollified. Now let's all go get a drink.
