Read Part I (How It Began) if you desire.
How It Ended
It has taken two years, 9 months, and 18 days.
I have finished reading this book:
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.
It turns out that some of the comedies aren’t that funny, the histories (all those Henrys!) are a whole lot better than I thought they’d be (shout out to King Henry the IV and King Henry the V), Julius Caesar was just as good as I’d remembered from tenth grade, the tragedies are tragic, and Hamlet is still perplexing.
I originally figured that it would take me three years to read The Complete Works, but I picked up momentum after I made it to Julius Caesar in the spring of 2013—and it was utter serendipity that I read it in March. “Beware the ides of March,” the soothsayer said (soothsaid?).
Conquering the long goal is satisfying. I’m learning to look, think, and plan farther into the future in my goal-setting.
And, “Neither a borrower nor a lender be: for loan oft loses both itself and friend;” is good advice.
So yes, after three years, I will return The Complete Works to my sister, from whom I borrowed it.