I wish I could... but now my life is more interesting than just books and it's a pity

I wish I could read more, I wish I could write reviews for each of newly read books but I can't.
I have an ambitious plan until the end of the summer; however, as days pass by I observe the state of my current success and realize that if I make only 1/2 of it, it will already be a blast.
Well, hereby I put up my less ambitious plan for the  following weeks. I still think that once I say it publicly I will have to correspond to what I have committed myself to.
500 pages of BrE books
1000 pages of Russian Classics
I'll leave the rest of plans for my private life because I want to complete smaller tasks first and then go on with bigger things. Up to the moment I have only 65 pages of BrE literature and 2 of Russian (Leskov's short story, but I will switch to sb else maybe Platonov).


This is it for today.
καληνύχτα, dear friends. 

P.S. I'm trying to acquire the basics of the Greek language before I leave for my Comenius teaching practice for half a year and I must say that I totally don't get it. The letters just blow my mind and I can't even understand how they read their alphabetic letters. I have no idea how it goes but it definitely will be an adventure.

P.S.S. Other languages are slowly dying in my memory going down to passive knowledge as I'm having too much rest with fun on the beach and just fooling around. This also concerns even my mother tongue, I can't put words together, it takes me ages to find the right one or make it a natural flow of speech. Too much rest is harmful for your active knowledge!