“I find television to be very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go in the other room and read a book.” ~Groucho Marx
“Savor it. Don’t inhale it”. This is the response I get from Mr. Gates every time I say “I need a new book, honey”. I think the problem is, I need a new book about every 4-6 days. Its getting a tad bit ridiculous.
I don’t understand how I have the time to read. My days are chalked full of stuff and more stuff, topped of with stuff. My evenings are catching up with stuff that was left over from the days stuff. And weekends? Forget it. But I do. I read a book in less than a week. I catch myself reading in parking lots, in lines at stores, in lines at banks, in the waiting rooms at Dr’s. and Dentists. I read in the…er, you know. I even read in bed. Yes, just call me Mrs. Brady. I have a book light and my little reading glasses and I kiss Mr. Brady Gates goodnight, and I dive in.
I wish I could read a book twice. I can’t. I truly think it’s a phobia. if I read you, and I finished you, I’m sorry it’s over. We’re through. I have no need for you again. I can watch movies multiple times, books? Not so much. It’s weird and I don’t know how to get over it. Am I the only one who has an issue with this? Is this normal? (I really am looking for an answer here…). It would make my literary life a wee bit simpler. I seem to read books faster than the authors write them, so I find myself waiting around for them to get to it and write me a book. It annoys me. I don’t think they realize that. I don’t think they care. It hurts.
I am in love with my little bookstore/café in town. I can trade and buy to my heart’s content (and get a lovely café Americano at the same time). Problem: I think I have read all the books that I like to read and I am running out of books to pick up. 60% of the books there are the ones I have traded in.
“If there’s a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it“. ~Toni Morrison
I better get busy. There maybe a world of people out there waiting on me. I would care.