I signed up for the 2011 reading challenge at the New Year. I ambitiously decided on 100 books for this year. Erm, I'm up to 40. Maybe I need to up it somewhat to make it actually a challenge.
Have I ever posted about reading and my love of it? I know I've posted about particular books, and authors, but the actual act of reading? I don't think I have.
I read. First and foremost, I read. It is my drug of choice. I read more or less constantly, although I have not managed to read and knit at the same time, but not from lack of trying. I love the way that you can pick up a book and be transported to some other place, other time. Your problems dissolve away as you concentrate on someone else's. The best reading is books that drag me away, without volition, and I only surface hours later, and it is a surfacing. In the best ones there is a real sense of shock when you come back to the real world, an assault on your senses from reality, and a craving to return to the book-world.
The first time I remember this happening was when I was 12 or so, reading The Silver Chair by C S Lewis. The latest time was today, reading (again) Magnificat by Julian May.
I am a book lover. Anything else I am comes from that point.
2 comments:
my earliest memories of myself are as a reader. It was everything to me as a child and still, even though there are other things that compete, it's still a default position.
I've loved GoodREads since I got on board. So much to be inspired by!
I am also a reader and used to read the cereal boxes at the breakfast table, just to have something to read. I don't know what people who don't like to read DO with their time.
And then I found audiobooks and now I can "read" and also knit. It's a win/win situation.
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