I just started reading a new book this week. The one I just finished was one of those books that was just achore to finish. It started out well, got lost in verbosity somewhere about 1/3 of the way in and continued to ramble along for 100+ pages before the story wrapped up. I kept thinking I was going to just put it down to finish another day… but we all know what happens when you do that. You never go back. Or at least I don’t. And, the annoying thing about it was that I REALLY wanted to know what was going to happen! I was involved (or just curious) enough to slog through the last chapters just to see how it ended. And, well, let’s just say I should’ve left it on the shelf and invented my own ending. I didn’t like the way the story wrapped.
Oh, well. Lesson learned.
But, regardless of this recent experience, I LOVE TO READ. It is my escape from the world, my private reality filled with fantastic characters with interesting lives and complicated situations that magically resolve themselves (most of the time) by the end of the book. I mean, isn’t that what we all want anyway? To know that our story will have a happy ending?
Reading gives me a way to expose my mind to so many things. I love reading historical fiction, or stories set in other cultures. Even if I can’t visit, I can glean some insight through the stories I read. My brain is always hungry, always searching for more “food” to keep it going. Do you remember the 80’s movie “Short Circuit?” I’m like the little robot – “Input! Input!” I need input!
So, this week, I’m reading three books at once. I have one in the car (great for carpool lines) one on my nightstand, and one downstairs. And, because they are all so very different, I haven’t confused the plot lines (yet) in my head.
Input! Input!
Thoughts Along Life's Highway 