Generally, summertime is acquainted with long afternoons by the pool and the latest “hot” read; but as any other undergraduate should be familiar with, mine was filled with long hours at work (the local coffee shop) and a substantial piling of a never-attended-to “to read” list. Which, by the way, is still riddled with last year’s “to reads.” As the seasons change, the desire to curl up and begin my never-ending list appears much more tempting than any homework assignment. Besides, of course, the occasional Kant or Foucault reading, which often does enlighten and inspire. Roosting myself in a cozy corner of the couch with fresh, crisp pages in hand trumps the 2 a.m. headaches incurred from the impossibility of correctly applying MLA.
Because I’ve been absorbed at the coffee shop, saving every dime in order to make it through the school year, my book appetite has been ruthlessly starved. My deprivation has continued for so long that I found myself purchasing six titles online last night, including The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. The need to meet an All Hallows Eve death quota feels necessary as October nears. There’s just something about brisk weather that gives me the heebie-jeebies and makes me pine for all things death-related. This year, though, I thought I’d let the spirit of the season (no pun intended) perform its magic and bring me non-traditional goodies from around the globe–Tibetan practices being one of them.
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying may conquer only Halloween’s hunger or it may become a fantastic paper topic. Regardless, Autumn is here and the term is just beginning, with more books to read. Whether required or for pleasure, “let the satiation begin.”