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How Do You Read?

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Last week, someone walked up to me while I was reading and started trying to chat with me.

That sentence could very well be the start of a crime fiction or mass murder novel.  After all, you bother me while I am reading and you best be ready for the violent attack.

Ok, maybe it is not as dramatic as that, but bothering me while reading is perhaps the most cardinal sin.  This got me thinking about what different habits I have when I read, favorite spots for reading, and even favorite music.  For me, the best spot to read is a corner in my grandparents’ house in Logan, Utah.  Since both of my grandparents have passed away, I have to settle for whatever blanket and comfy chair I can get my hands on (or, I suppose more appropriately, get my butt in).  I no longer like music playing in the background, as I find it a bit too much of a distraction when I read, though at one time in my life I would put on whatever album was new and listen to it on repeat.  This is why whenever I hear a Creed song (please forgive me for my fourteen year-old horrible taste in music) I automatically think of Dickens and Great Expectations.  Now though, if it’s not silence I prefer instrumental music.  Less words trying to occupy my mind.  And yes, if you try to bother me while I am reading, I am likely to become as quick to anger as Bruce Banner.

Do you have any interesting reading habits?  Do you have a special spot, favorite snack, or favorite music to listen to while you read?

Oh the Joy of Reading

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Joy of ReadingA few days ago, I was frustrated.  I was frustrated that I was so busy that I barely had time to write for NaNoWriMo.  I was frustrated that I had so little time to read.  I was worried that neglecting my reading, and in turn, this blog, would cause me to be apathetic towards reading.  If I only were to push myself, I would read and learn and grow.  Somewhere in that thought, I realized that I could never become disillusioned to reading.

I might not be able to spend every spare hour of my day with a nose in my book, but I have always found time.  For instance, Ally Condie’s Crossed was released ten days ago.  Ten days.  How ridiculous that I am not yet finished, and I even started it the day it was delivered to my Kindle.  But I have only had time to read during my lunch hours at work, and even those are not always available to me.  Sometimes I have lunch with my mother, other times with coworkers, friends, or I must run errands in that hour.  And so my reading gets neglected.

As I opened my Kindle and began to read Crossed the other day (edging towards 60% finished), I realized that I do not care how fast I read.  I do not care how many books I am reading in a month, or if I sometimes take longer to finish one.  I care only that I am reading.  Every day I drive to work, I listen to an audiobook.  A story that will make that 25 minutes in the car to work a little less dull.  When I am not lucky enough to socialize during my lunch, I can sit at my desk and be whisked away to another world where worries cannot touch me.

Have you ever noticed that?  That with a good book you suddenly forget all about the stresses in your life?  For me, books have led me on countless adventures, allowing my imagination to take control, if only for that hour a day.  How sad is life without a book to fill those empty gaps that nothing else could satisfy.

I probably thought more of this because of Crossed.  The sequel to Matched, we are now outside of the Society and its control, but Cassia still marvels in others’ ability to create something beautiful.  The freedom to create has given us the freedom of imagination.  We will not all be best-selling authors.  While some of us may want to be an author some day, we can all delight in the written word.  We can all be affected, moved, and changed because of words someone had the courage to record.

I’ve never known any trouble that an hour’s reading didn’t assuage.  ~Charles de Secondat