Biting off more than I can chew

The reading rut has passed, and I'm now reading more than ever. Yes, I still watch a lot of TV shows that I download from the net. Yes, I still find the time to study for my Italian class. Yes, I still go out for a movie and dinner with friends occasionally. But I'm reading whenever I get free time. On the commute to and from work, while in line in the bank, a few chapters before going to bed.

I've been very vocal on how young adult novels have helped me with my reader's block. I love YA novels. They're my comfort reads. I love their straightforward narratives and their accessible length. A few of my favorite books are YA novels: The View from Saturday by E. L. Konigsburg, The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin, The Rainbow Boys trilogy by Alex Sanchez, and, more recently, Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan.

And while I still have that burst of reading groove, I figured that I might as well give myself a challenge. Why don't I read all the novels of Marcel Proust's In Search of Lost Time (or Remembrance of Things Past, depending on the translation)? I already have the first 2 books but from different publishers (My Swann's Way is the Modern Library edition; my In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower is the new translation from Penguin).

I'd really like to have the same editions for all 7 books. But I bought my copy of Swann's Way a few years ago, and I thought it's high time I read it. The new Penguin translations are beautiful though, with their deckle edges and French flaps. Still, Proust is Proust, yes? No matter what translation you have, reading him will always be a challenge.