I haven't managed to read half as many books so far this year as I had planned to. The best of which was The Art of Seduction.

At this point, I've decided I'm going to get stuck into The Memoirs of Casanova.

I started it nearly a year ago and after about 300 pages I lost track due to having multiple other books open. It's a bad habit I've often had, although I've managed to stick to one book at a time this year.

So this is the only story I'll be reading for the next while. It's obviously quite epic, so it'll be interesting to see how long it takes me to get through. Currently 63 pages in, of 3208. Which is probably around 3000 pages of actual content when you take out title pages and shit.

Really looking forward to it, actually. It reads like great literature, only it's probably better since these are true words from a seducer and adventurer who lived three centuries ago, before there was even electricity, never mind cars. It feels like a privilege to read this work.