Thursday, June 23, 2005
When I was younger I didn't particularly enjoy reading. It was too slow for me and I was wrapped up in the numbing/enthralling glow of television and video games and all things electronic. My father couldn't understand it. He kept trying to influence my predilections. But I just wasn't having it.
As I got older I started to understand the value of things that take time and I was lucky enough to read some great books in high school. Then I was hooked. I wanted to start college with a better understanding of the world and I tried to read as many books as I could. I started reading a few at a time and it became my modus operandi.
But there are so MANY books. And my list of books to read just keeps growing. There are classics I feel indebted to read, then come recommendations from friends, and finally books I find myself drawn to (through reviews, buzz, etc). Words upon words upon words.
Makes me wish I lived on the set of Out of this World and I could have Evie freeze time for a few hours a day just to let me catch up.
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