Mea maxima culpa

The list Frank and I were so passionate about six months ago has gone, admittedly, untouched for half that time.

I think I speak for both of us when I say the list has not lost its importance to us, but life does have the habit of getting in the way.

Since our last posts, a lot has happened in our world. I relocated to Washington, DC to take on a position at a neighborhood reinvestment nonprofit. Frank followed a few weeks later, desperately trying to find employment. He settled in at an internship, but was then offered an opportunity to campaign in Wisconsin.

With moving out, moving in, starting new jobs, getting used to living apart from one another, among other things, reading just didn't take much of a priority. I think Frank's been reading "Frankenstein" since June.

I am enjoying DC life as much as I can, considering a slew of financial and health issues and a separation from someone I love so much. Being in a new city alone, without many friends and much money, has been an invaluable learning experience for me.

I reinvested myself in the book list about a month ago and picked up "Anna Karenina." I finished the behemoth book yesterday and I'm glad I will no longer have to lug it on the Metro every day. Expect a post on the book soon.

So, dear readers (if you're even out there), please take this post as a heartfelt apology for having neglected A Novel Experience for so long. I promise a little more activity, at least on my end. Frank's a different story, as we aren't quite sure what he'll be doing as of mid-November.

Thanks for reading,
j