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I heart reading.

20 Feb

So I have totally failed at finishing the list of books I posted in January. They’re not completely off the list but they have been ousted by other books that excite me more at the moment. For instance, I had started reading (again) No Man Is an Island by Thomas Merton when I was lured away by some books on writing, namely The New Writer’s Handbook. Then I was enticed to read God Is the Gospel by John Piper and currently, I have been sucked it to My Life in France by Julia Child. I hope to still get around to those other books… eventually.

But I have to be careful about my insatiable appetite for reading or it dominates everything else in my life. For instance, I haven’t been working out very regularly lately because I can’t read and run at the same time. I would much rather read a good book than pretty much do anything else. I absolutely love reading. I love learning new things, getting to see into other peoples’ lives, being challenged to look at things differently, and taking journeys to different places.

Every time I walk into a bookstore, I am floored by how many books are in print. It is mind-boggling. Which is why, I have decided more than once in the past several months to break my cardinal rule of reading: not finishing a book. It’s like watching stupid TV shows just because they’re on or finishing a horrible movie because you paid the $1 to rent it; you’re better off cutting your losses in the middle than carrying on in the name of “muscling through.” So if I start a book and it’s pretty bad, or I lose interest because I no longer have questions about its topic of choice, or I’ve found another book that I’m liking better, I table it. If the book was bad, I will not return. If it’s good and I want to read it eventually, it goes on the shelf at my desk, alongside the 15 other books sitting there, half-read, waiting for my eyes to scour each line on the rest of their pages.

At times, I’ve thought about how nice it would be to just be able to absorb the book through its cover in a matter of minutes instead of spending hours immersed in its pages. I’d still get the knowledge but without the investment of time. But I guess that would kind of defeat one of the main points of reading, wouldn’t it? The thrill of the story or argument developing slowly, word after word, paragraph after paragraph, through the physical act of reading.

I have to admit, though, that when I get to a part of the story that is suspenseful, I often skim through the paragraphs to figure out what happened. Once I know, then I go back and read the details surrounding the event. For me, it’s like chewing a piece of Bubbalicious gum and trying not to swallow it. The more I focus on not swallowing, the more I notice the tangy, sour strawberry flavor causing my tastebuds to gush saliva. Then before I know it, the gum is in my stomach.

Do you love reading? What book(s) are you reading right now?