I read an entire book this weekend. If you've known me very long, that probably doesn't really surprise you. I used to be an avid reader. I remember many nights staying up too late reading just a little bit more. I skipped a class to finish the Harry Potter series. I've ready Literature and indulgent trash. I have always thought of myself as a reader.
Last year, I read 10 books that weren't work or class related. 10!! I was so disappointed. I turned to my Goodreads account and looked at my "To Read" list an decided to make a commitment (again) to read again. I started well. I used my Nook, which allowed me to pick up any number of tablet devices and read. I finished a book about finances in a day or so. I was in the groove. I started reading The Book Thief and I really liked it. But, then the battery to my Nook died, or I'd start to read and RT would take away my device to play with it.
The other day, I went to Barnes and Noble, dangerously located across the street from my work, to get a book and a puzzle for RT. I saw a thick beachy paperback. I bought it for myself. I read it over the weekend. I feel energized. I started another book last night. I want to pick it up anytime I have a few minutes. It hit me yesterday--I love reading, yes, but I love reading BOOKS! As much as I want to love e-readers, I don't.
So, after we move, I'll find the closest library and get my first library card, not counting school cards, in years and years. I have a long list of books to read. I have my parents to supply me with second hand books. I'll have the space to store them all. Books, books, books...yes, please! I am so happy with this revelation.
Tonight, I'll take a couple minutes to read Barbara Kingsolver's book on food. And, I will enjoy every minute of it!