I love books.
I love writing them. And that’s because I love reading them.
When I was a kid in elementary school, my bicycle ride to and from school took me right by the public library. Sometimes I would get in trouble because I didn’t come home. Instead, my mother would find my in the back of the library, surrounded by The Hardy Boys or Tom Swift or even Nancy Drew.
Fast forward a gazillion years, and I am still reading books. Goodreads has a challenge they put out every year to ask you how many books you will read that year. I work full time as a professor, write books, yet still in years past found time to read 35 books in a year.
But lately, that number has been going down. I really don’t know why. I start books but don’t finish them. Orson Scott Card, on my other favorite website, Quora, advises readers: “If you don’t like a book, don’t be afraid to put it down and pick up another one. After all, there are a million new titles every year.”
So that’s my first inclination. I have three books listed on Goodreads that I have started reading but stopped. Others see my progress and must think I am a really slow reader. But the reality is, I just lost interest in them.
Currently I am reading David McCullough’s award-winning book on the construction of the Panama Canal. When I pick it up and read it, it’s interesting. When I’m not reading, I find a hundred other things to do. So that’s slow going too.
Maybe there aren’t enough captivating books out there. Maybe I’m just getting old. Maybe I’m looking for your book to capture my attention…
In any case, as a life-long reader, I’m a bit frustrated.