In line with my decision to strike ‘home runs’, my bedtime reading last night was in 3 languages: Dutch, German, and Japanese—a novel for the first, and HP1 for the others. Sounds fine, right?
And yet, I wasn’t impressed with myself. The ability to read in 3—no, 4 if you include English—languages hardly seems to count. And I can tell that even when I eventually add French and Spanish to the list, I’ll feel the same way!
It’s as if I can only ‘count’ a language as a success when I master output too.
Well, that’s bollocks!
