Friday, March 15, 2013
It's a Hobby, Not a Chore...
Sometimes I like to read just the first couple pages of a book, to get myself started and get my bookmark in there, even when I know I don't have time to actually sit and read.
Sometimes I do that and can't make myself put the book down until page 61, when I have to because I really needed to go to bed two hours ago.
Why do I ever read things that don't suck me in this way? I just spent 362 pages waiting for a book to get good because it was the sequel to one I'd really liked, and tonight I finally decided to dump it. I'm dumping some other stuff, too. No more reading themes for now, no more categories, no more feeling like I SHOULD read something because if I don't it'll be a while before I can find it at the library again. I've been going about this all wrong. If it doesn't call to me, I'm putting it down. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself, but I need to remember what reading for pure pleasure feels like. And I think that means no lists.
The thing is that I create the lists so I can remember what I want to read. The problem is that there's so ridiculously much out there that I want to read, and I am a person who needs to organize. But I realized something was wrong when I was watching a movie last night, saw a character relaxed and reading a paperback, and actually felt envy.
What do I have to be envious of?? I read all the time! I'm an adult who works part-time and doesn't have children! I can read anything I want! But somehow, I guess I don't. And that needs to change.