I’ve never been an avid reader. I always found it taxing – read three pages, realize I was actually daydreaming through the last two, reread the last two, move ahead three more, realize you were once again daydreaming through the last two.
I suppose they call it attention deficit disorder these days. I’ve known about it long before it was an official diagnosis.
Most recently I decided to save a bit of money by riding a vanpool to work. It’s great – I drive two miles to the meet-up, climb aboard and let someone else deal with all the traffic. I can sit back and . . . do nothing.
Not really my style.
So I dug out the Kindle and started reading on my daily commute. I can’t believe the difference this device has made. I’m not sure why, but I find myself devouring books. Granted, the books I’ve read aren’t hard to concentrate on. I’m really enjoying a few young adult novels, much to the dismay of my teenage daughter. But I think the action of clicking through the pages vs. turning the pages of a book might help keep me engaged.
The first books I read on the Kindle were the Twilight series. Funny story, but I never realized how huge those books were until after I had read them. My Kindle shows me % of book read, not the actual pages. So I never knew these books hovered around 600 pages – gulp.
In my page turning days, I know I would have gotten half way through and gotten intimidated by the heft. Or maybe holding all that weight just got to be too much for me to handle.
I do find it helpful to plug in to some white noise – you can only imagine the din with 12 women riding in close quarters. I found a great white noise app for my smartphone, and wa la, the din is quieted!
And I’m reading more than ever.
The only problem is, I don’t retain much of what I’ve read. So I’ve decided to open another vein on my blog – book reviews.
I recently finished reading Liane Moriarty’s What Alice Forgot. Quite a captivating read – a 29-year old woman, wonderfully in love with her husband, suffers a bump on the head, only to wake up and realize she’s actually 39, and the mother of three who is divorcing that wonderful husband.
I think what I liked best about this story was my ability to relate. Not that I’ve ever lost my memory (I don’t think), but the very idea of waking up to realize I’d missed the past ten years. What decisions that I make today will be shaping my life ten years from now? What decisions that I made ten years ago are affecting where I am today?
You can read my review of this book on Goodreads. Find the link on left.