I've been a bad gal. What have I been doing with my free time? Everything but reading. One thing in particular is watching a new show that I just discovered.
You may have heard about it: The Bold Type. It's kind of like a lengthened version of The Devil Wears Prada. It gives an in-depth look into the fashion world and all the little moments that count towards a great career in the magazine business and a balanced life. It's special so far and my favorite character is Kat.
Apart from that, I can say that I have turned a few pages. Not much, but enough that I can admit that the short story titled: The Melancholy Summer of Madame De Breyves has potential. So far I've reached the part where she is depressed over Monsieur de Laléande.
It's funny because at first I couldn't understand what was happening. Then I realized that what she's experiencing is that moment when you have a crush on someone and created a fantasy world based on those feelings. I'm such a case, the person you may fancy may not realize you fancy them but you have already invented a narrative about them and possibly your first conversation together. Maybe you've even imagined your first date, if only you could talk to them. Then, just when you gain the gumption, the opportunity to introduce yourself is gone and you're left feeling despondent and regretful of what could have been. That was my interpretation of the being of that story.
I found it heartwarming to know that for centuries people have been dealing with the same issues and apparently there has been no progress or defined rules to help in those moments.
Still, I'll push on and one day, I hope to post about how I persevered and finished all of Proust's short stories. For now, I'm on page 74. It's slow progress, but still progress.