Well, I received my first seasonal gift of the year. The complete works of Shakespeare, leather bound. The pages are about as thin as rice paper and it is longer than a Bible. I have attempted to read Shakespeare 3 times; twice for school and once as a final attempt for personal reasons. I just can’t read Shakespeare, it does not flow well with me. So, I am now forced to - or guilted into it - because “no person who can claim to be literate should be without a healthy knowledge of Shakespeare” as I am informed by the gift giver.

I am going to start with Hamlet.