I wish I could get paid to sit around and read books all day.
I'm sorry to anyone who has been on the other end of my anti-social-ness this weekend. It stems somewhat from my tendency to harbor depression, how sometimes I really want to sit at home alone feeling depressed. But mainly, I have just wanted to use this free time I have on my days off to be alone and read books.
I have not read anything these past few months. I started reading Tender is the Night in.. September? Probably earlier. But I had read maybe 100 pages by the end of October. When I went to Boston on Halloween, I put it down in favor of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Foer, of which I read 86 pages on the airplane and did not pick up again until Thursday, when I read all day and finished it before going to see the Raconteur show in the evening. Kathryn came over later to use the internet and I had nothing better to do so I searched through my piles of books because I was sure I had a few more that I hadn't read.
Turns out all I had left was Tender is the Night and Ender's Shadow by Orson Scott Card. I read just enough that night to get engaged in the story, then was busy on Friday, worked all day Saturday and had the show that night. And by the time we went out after the show, I was tired, maybe a little depressed, but really all I wanted to do was come home and read. And that's what I did. I fell asleep on the couch, woke up on the couch and picked up the book again and only put it down a few minutes ago when I'd finished it.
I love days of marathon reading. And I've needed it after so long. After reading maybe 200 pages between August-November, I have read over 700 pages in the past three days. Now I suppose it's time to go book shopping again because I don't have any others to read.
I have not read anything these past few months. I started reading Tender is the Night in.. September? Probably earlier. But I had read maybe 100 pages by the end of October. When I went to Boston on Halloween, I put it down in favor of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Foer, of which I read 86 pages on the airplane and did not pick up again until Thursday, when I read all day and finished it before going to see the Raconteur show in the evening. Kathryn came over later to use the internet and I had nothing better to do so I searched through my piles of books because I was sure I had a few more that I hadn't read.
Turns out all I had left was Tender is the Night and Ender's Shadow by Orson Scott Card. I read just enough that night to get engaged in the story, then was busy on Friday, worked all day Saturday and had the show that night. And by the time we went out after the show, I was tired, maybe a little depressed, but really all I wanted to do was come home and read. And that's what I did. I fell asleep on the couch, woke up on the couch and picked up the book again and only put it down a few minutes ago when I'd finished it.
I love days of marathon reading. And I've needed it after so long. After reading maybe 200 pages between August-November, I have read over 700 pages in the past three days. Now I suppose it's time to go book shopping again because I don't have any others to read.