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Hour 8 and I'm debating whether I want to switch to an audiobook and go for a walk/have a shower or just pick up the next book. Heirs of Grace was tons of fun; I'm planning on keeping the light, happy vibe going.
I was always a fast reader when I was younger--I could whip through books in no time, without losing comprehension. Part of it is that I'm always dying to find out what happened--even if something is beautifully written, I can't turn off the part of my brain that wanted to know, so I read through fast to find out, then immediately go back to savor the craft. Then, y'know, I grew up and had kids and a career and a house and a husband and all that, and you'd think my reading fast would keep me in books, but my reading still dropped way off. It can take me months to get through a book now, unless it's Beach Week. Seeing as how I'm about to start my 3rd book of the day, I think we can safely say I still have that quick-read thing going on, which is nice, because I was starting to feel like my brain was going soft, a sign of impending old age, etc.
I think maybe it's knowing that I'm not going to be able to read through to the end that makes it less of an imperative for me to pick up a book these days. Even if I'm trying to read, I don't have all that much time and it's less of a thrill, you know? Today has been all about the satisfaction of closing out narrative arcs, even moreso than Beach Week, where I still have people to interact with and meals to be concocted. I know I'll finish the book in a day or so there, which is great, but here, I'm just reading and it feels a lot like when I was a precocious reader of a child and that was all there was to life.
Okay, enough introspection, back to the books. (A Bollywood Affair, I think, Sonali Dev's hugely recommended contemporary romance. I will report back!)
I was always a fast reader when I was younger--I could whip through books in no time, without losing comprehension. Part of it is that I'm always dying to find out what happened--even if something is beautifully written, I can't turn off the part of my brain that wanted to know, so I read through fast to find out, then immediately go back to savor the craft. Then, y'know, I grew up and had kids and a career and a house and a husband and all that, and you'd think my reading fast would keep me in books, but my reading still dropped way off. It can take me months to get through a book now, unless it's Beach Week. Seeing as how I'm about to start my 3rd book of the day, I think we can safely say I still have that quick-read thing going on, which is nice, because I was starting to feel like my brain was going soft, a sign of impending old age, etc.
I think maybe it's knowing that I'm not going to be able to read through to the end that makes it less of an imperative for me to pick up a book these days. Even if I'm trying to read, I don't have all that much time and it's less of a thrill, you know? Today has been all about the satisfaction of closing out narrative arcs, even moreso than Beach Week, where I still have people to interact with and meals to be concocted. I know I'll finish the book in a day or so there, which is great, but here, I'm just reading and it feels a lot like when I was a precocious reader of a child and that was all there was to life.
Okay, enough introspection, back to the books. (A Bollywood Affair, I think, Sonali Dev's hugely recommended contemporary romance. I will report back!)
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Wise plan. I'll keep that in mind for next time.
I ended up only reading a total of an hour and a half, if we don't count the fanfic. Which, I hadn't started out planning to count fanfic!
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