I’m always happy to be proven wrong. Okay, well that’s a bit of a lie. Who likes to be proven wrong? No one, that’s who. But in any case, I was wrong, I am admitting it, and I’m now writing to amend my previous statement.
Last month, I wrote an essay on how I just haven’t been able to finish an essay book. That I had tried reading 3 different collections of biographical essays and did not finish one of them.
Yep, I admitted that I DNF 3 books. Continue reading