Since October 1st I’ve read 120 books. That’s 4 books a week, every week, for 7 1/2 months.
I’m a big reader, but even for me that’s some serious binging.
Part of it was discovering a new author (John Lescroart) who falls squarely into the category I like to read. And part of that was that I re-read the entire works of Robert Crais and Michael Connelly. There were a few one-offs, a little nonfiction, things like that. There were some I started but didn’t finish; I’m not counting those.
During the same time period I’ve dealt with some emotional trauma, financial concerns, very special events, a big business upswing, starting a new story series with a character who’s been waiting ages to see the light of day, and finishing a book I start long, long ago.
Over the past two months I’ve been shifting, physically. Taking on more projects that require shopping at the home improvement store, sawing and hammering, digging and planting and whatnot. After a year and a half of extreme fatigue, getting my energy back has been highly motivating.
Most of that reading time is going to be spent on my own writing, and on a little more physical activity now that I can do that again.
My goodness that’s a lot of word-bathing! I love to read, but don’t have the stamina I used to; I’ll read for a half-hour, go do something else, and then back for a half-hour. Nothing like the down-the rabbit hole plunges of my past.
Good to hear your energy has returned, maestro!
I want to be a avid reader but can’t seem to stay with it.
I’ve found a few books that I got into the But then there are more like biographies but once you find that one person it’s hard to find another Book.
I would love to be able to kick back and read a good thick Jane Austin but my brain just won’t let me settle and get engrossed in what I reading.
I did read 3/4 of my way through Cleopatra, that pushed 2 inches thick paperback, while I was in Canada on a fishing trip but trip ended before I got done, so I’ll have to settle for what I remember.
I like shorter get my attention books.
“Still me” awesome biography of Christopher Reeves. “Burt Toast” Teri Hatcher could relate to.
But I would love a good story line that don’t drag.. I get board and start skipping pages and then lose interest then I’m done.
I think mine was a compulsion of some kind, smothering my brain to avoid things I didn’t want to think about, or to occupy my conscious while my unconscious sorted some things out.
My challenge now is that real life isn’t always as interesting and exciting as a good book, but I can’t just check out and go read anytime I want.