When I was younger, I was pretty much constantly reading. I remember the Weekly Reader Childrens Book Club at elementary school. Every few months we’d get to order books. I remember walking in class in the morning and seeing the big box on the teachers desk, and being soooo excited!
I remember reading by flashlight under the blanket when I was supposed to be sleeping. Similarly, I remember reading in my bunk on my ship in the Navy. Books circulate the ship among the readers, shipmates give you a book, and tell you how good it was, or asking if I could read that when you were done, only to be told that they ahd to give it to so-and-so, who was supposed to give it to so-and-so, being third or fourth in line. Finally I’d get it, all worn out.
I think that as my interest in compters went up, the time I spent reading went down, to the point where I went a decade or so hardly reading at all.
Well, I’m back to continous reading! And I’m surprised I ever slowed down. Book reading is good! Right now I’m reading Stephen King, Outsider. It just turned weird. I loved Ready Player One, that might be what got me going again, I saw the movie then read the book. Both were good, the same, but totally excellently different. And now I have a long list of books lined up. And I’m excited about it!
Tuesday morning, nice looking day, gotta head out to work in a minute.
Have a great day!