Why did I accept the 75 Book Challenge earlier this month? Why? I'd hoped to work my way through some lengthy, difficult books this year, to think a bit more deeply and write the same. Having a numbers goal is certainly antithetical to that occurring.

I'm not exactly off to a stellar start in either department at this point. Only five books completed in January, MIA from the Seven Types of Ambiguity discussion.

Can I blame everything on the whale?