Readers, I have a confession to make.
I’m a bad reader.
I read a lot.
I love books. I love the way they smell, the way they feel in my hands, the feeling the words leave behind on my soul.
But sometimes, I’m a tease with my books.
I buy them. I pick them up and caress them. I even take them to bed with me. It’s okay; be scandalized.
And then, I get distracted. There’s another shiny book on that table at the bookstore downtown. I get completely addicted to a really quality television show and I end up having marathon after marathon after marathon.
My book, it languishes on my nightstand or bookshelf or, if it’s been a particularly lazy month for me, on the floor with a stack of other discards.
This happens every year. I’m fairly predictable that way. I come home from my parents’ every January with a stack or, in this year’s case, a bag, of new books. It usually takes me the entire year to get through them. Mostly because I get so damn distracted. I do eventually make it. I eventually reach that last page of them all.
I may be a tease but when I commit, I really commit. I always get all the way through the book.
And every year, I make it all the way through that stack of books and many more. It’s not just the Christmas bag. It’s the shiny books on the table at the bookstore downtown, the paperbacks my father wraps in his handwritten note and stuffs in an “If it fits, it ships” envelope a couple times a year, and the endless novels that pass from hand to hand among my siblings.
Right now, I’m cheating on many books.
I’m slowly but surely making my way through Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84. It’s a monster of a book. I just can’t handle too much at one sitting. I find myself only able to tolerate the occasional make-out session on the couch: a chapter or two each time I pick it up. But I’m really loving it. If you love dense prose, out-there story lines disguised in the mundane. I like it. I’m going to keep making out with it until I get through the nearly 1000 pages between its covers.
I’m also reading my way through the collections of Fables which is awesome. If you’re watching Once Upon a Time and you like fairy tales, you should really read it. Let’s just say that Snow White is bad ass and has a bad ass sister, Beauty & the Beast frequently have marital problems and the Big Bad Wolf is pretty cool too. I mean, I’m only through a couple volumes, but I’m looking forward to reading the rest of them.
For my education, I’m reading the Likeable Social Media book. It’s about social media. It’s kind of odd, right? That I’m reading a book of paper and ink to learn more about something that exists completely without them?
And…in addition to all these…I have a load of other books I brought home with me after Christmas. Everything from a couple of used novels by Gregory Maguire to some Absalom, Absalom line my shelves, like shy wallflowers just waiting to be asked to the dance. And the time will come. I’ll dance with them all. It’ll just take me a while.
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