I used to only read at a crazy pace in the summer because I was always at the beach on the weekends and that is when I would get my quality reading time in. But now...I can't stop. I read about 1-2 books a month, which I guess isn't that crazy when you think about it. Last night I had about 80 pages or so left of my book, probably more, and I couldn't stop until I was finished. Granted it was a really good book (Family Affair by Caprice Crane), but I literally could not put it down because it kills me to put a book down with only 20 pages left. How can I not finish it? I am so close. I went to bed a little past 9 and then once my boyfriend got into bed he was shocked that I was still reading and not fast asleep at 10:45. I was shocked it was so late but I still could not stop, I only had 10 more pages. And now I am sad because the book is over and I really liked the story. Is that weird? That I want my books to go on forever? Does it make me a nerd that I would rather stay in bed all day reading than watch TV? Although....put a Friends or a Sex and the City DVD in and I am hooked for that whole season.
There is one thing that I have yet to overcome as a reading obstacle...I cannot read on the bus, or any moving vehicle for that matter. I always gaze longingly at those lucky people who can read on the bus. I few times I have been so desperate I glance over the person's shoulder and start reading what they are reading. A friend of mine told me I should not admit that to people...o well. So what is the point? I am not sure I have one....but I haven't written in awhile so I thought I should.
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