day 55 via 365 lucky days
if you put a book in my hands, i will read it. if you passionately recommend a book to me, i will read it. if there is a book about golf in the house and i've read all the other books, i'll read it - even though i have no interest in golf whatsoever. if i read a review of a book at the salon but don't really retain any information about it and then see it at the library and remember something vague about it*, i'll read it. i can't help it. i've almost always been this way.
when i was younger, i carried a book wherever i went and read any chance i got. i would finish my weekly pile of library books and then move onto my mom's pile - which often included horror and true crime. i remember reading the biography of nancy spungeon written by her mother, and i don't want to live this life, before i really knew who the sex pistols were. let's just say my eight year old brain was blown. i read stephen king's thinner when i was 10 and couldn't sleep for what seemed like months. my mom laughs about this now when i question her about why she let me read EVERYTHING. my grandpa seriously montiored and censored what she read. it was incredibly frustrating for her so she just never checked out what i was checking out. she only cared that i was reading.
i continued reading ALL THE THINGS until some time in college when i became pretentious and snobby and only read serious literature. this period is also know as the borders years. i shunned mysteries, turned my back on horror. sci fi? pffffffft. oh good gravy, even thinking about it causes me to cringe painfully.
something happened almost immediately after i quit borders. i stopped caring. i just wanted to read. i asked my mom what good mysteries she'd read lately and i went to the evanston library and left with armfuls of books. that harry potter book that the kids seemed so crazy about that i wrote off as crap? i went and bought myself a copy. i was working at an office for the first time in my life and my boss didn't mind if i read during downtime. also, my schedule was odd and totally opposite shawn's which meant large chunks of time to read. the biggest bonus? my office was walking distance to borders, barnes and noble, the library and bookman's alley - one of my favorite bookstores in the universe. oh yes, it was awesome.
the years at the synagogue are a bit of a blur. i probably averaged a book a month. i just didn't make time for reading or maybe i couldn't make room in my brain. bottom line? i didn't read as much as i would've liked but when i did read, i read whatever the hell i felt like. i also decided that if a book wasn't cutting it, i could put it down. <GASP> life was too short to read books that weren't doing it for me.
here we are, two years after i left the synagogue. i think i've drained all that extra information from my brain about temple members and how to, you know, do my nearly impossible job. i think there's room for book after book again. now, i just need to retrain myself to put a book down when i'm not 100% into it.
*this actually happened