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With the last paper turned in and the last reading assignment long since put away, I can return, at least for the summer, to following my own reading interests. Over spring break a friend of mine from my master’s program was in town. She said that she swore after we graduated from Bread Loaf she would never read a book she didn’t want to read, ever again. My plan for the summer is to embrace duty-free reading. Oddly, most of the books I have on my list are books brought up in my classes over the last two semesters. I feel compelled to read books, or writers, that keep coming up in class. It seems that if a writer comes up all the time then one should read them to have a clue what people are talking about in the field. Sigh, so even my freedom to read comes with restrictions. How existential.