Whenever I come across a book that I want to read, I add it to my Goodreads to-read list. This list, of course, is always growing. I’m very slowly coming to terms with the fact that I will never make it through this list and that someday I will die, with unread books on my to-read list. Horrors! The other major problem with this simple approach to a reading list is that I can never remember why I added a book to my list. If it was a recent addition, I might recall, but in most cases I just can’t remember why I wanted to read the book in the first place.

In that way, the book Deep Survival made it to my to-read list last year, and I picked it up for my Kindle when it went on sale recently:

Knocking off a to-read

I’ve gotten through the first few chapters so far. I have been enjoying it, but something about it is bothering me. It felt very familiar. Maybe that is what happened… I read a teaser for the book in a magazine article or something, and that is why I added it to my to-read list last year.

And then yesterday, while I was converting the blog from Octopress to Hugo, I had to fix up some posts, so I ended up looking through a bunch of my old posts, including…. my book review of Deep Survival.

It’s a weird feeling to read a review about a book that I’ve been wanting to read for over a year, written by a 12 year younger version of yourself.