Pleasure reading actually hurts these days, but I'm too stubborn to give it up. I won't bother furthering the plight of the busy early 30s professional family man. It's been done in this forum -- too many times.
But the point is that I continue to read for pleasure despite competing needs and desires. Nowadays a 400 page novel will take me two months. It can be disorienting at times. Half asleep and in bad light, I sometimes fumble to find my bookmark only to think "Ah shit, I'm still working through this boring-ass character?!" My other rule is that once I start a book, I always finish it.
I just finished Tom Robbins' Skinny Legs and All. Seven weeks to read 420 pages. My first Robbins experience. If this book is typical, he's kind of a D.H. Lawrence/Salman Rushdie hybrid. Over seven weeks, that can be nauseating. Especially when one of the main characters is a talking sock. But I still enjoyed it. My favorite part was observing Robbins' authorship -- he writes like painter, perhaps more than any other author I've ever read. He just throws words on the page and they stick. I liked it, and I thank my sister for recommending it. I believe my way of asking her for a recommendation was, "I don't have time to read so I need something that doesn't suck!"
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So now it's October and time for a new book. I'm looking for something scary and a bit more concrete. Recommendations welcome. Just make sure it doesn't suck!
But the point is that I continue to read for pleasure despite competing needs and desires. Nowadays a 400 page novel will take me two months. It can be disorienting at times. Half asleep and in bad light, I sometimes fumble to find my bookmark only to think "Ah shit, I'm still working through this boring-ass character?!" My other rule is that once I start a book, I always finish it.
I just finished Tom Robbins' Skinny Legs and All. Seven weeks to read 420 pages. My first Robbins experience. If this book is typical, he's kind of a D.H. Lawrence/Salman Rushdie hybrid. Over seven weeks, that can be nauseating. Especially when one of the main characters is a talking sock. But I still enjoyed it. My favorite part was observing Robbins' authorship -- he writes like painter, perhaps more than any other author I've ever read. He just throws words on the page and they stick. I liked it, and I thank my sister for recommending it. I believe my way of asking her for a recommendation was, "I don't have time to read so I need something that doesn't suck!"
So now it's October and time for a new book. I'm looking for something scary and a bit more concrete. Recommendations welcome. Just make sure it doesn't suck!