I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read. I have hazy, wonderful memories of me and my brother sitting on an overstuffed recliner with my dad as he read to us about dinosaurs. We knew all of them, from the docile, almost boring brontosaurus to the terrifying T. rex to the extremely cool yet often overlooked ankylosaurus.
Then there were the trips to Kmart–my father said he could fill an entire shopping cart with clothes and shoes for all four of us kids, until that horrible day when I figured out who Gloria Vanderbilt was–where the toys were off-limits, but we could choose any book we wanted.
Books have always been a part of my life. They’ve taken me to places I’ve never thought I’d go, to places I could have never imagined on my own. They’ve introduced me to amazing people and their amazing journeys. Some books have been dry as dust and stuffed full of facts that I forgot as soon as I closed the cover on them. Some have transformed events that took place in distant times and locations, and made them come to life for me. Books have entertained me, challenged me, bored me, frustrated me.
Unlike most of my friends, I find it extremely difficult to stop reading a book once I’ve started it. I don’t know why. It’s not that I expect them to get better, it’s some sort of a "finish what you started" thing. I’m the same way with a series; once I’ve started one, I feel almost obligated to finish it. Lucky for me, I read fairly quickly. Also lucky for me, a lot of the series I’ve started recently are young adult series and they tend to be a bit quicker to read than, say, Kim Stanley Robinson’s Mars trilogy (which I will finish, really!).
I try to read a variety of books. Mostly fiction, but some nonfiction too. Lots of sff (I do prefer cyberpunk and hard sf to fantasy, but the Earthsea books are among my very very favorites). Mysteries (for some reason I prefer European mystery writers to American, not sure why). And what I suppose I’d have to call literary fiction, although I’d prefer to simply call them novels.
As I mentioned, I read fairly quickly, which enables me to read for pleasure at the end of the workday. Sometimes, for whatever reason, a book can take me a long time to read. Usually these are works of nonfiction, and sometimes they’re a bit complex and just take a while to absorb, and I have to go back and reread to make sure I’m understanding everything before moving forward. Sometimes the book is so dense that I pick up something lighter to read on the side, and then my attention turns to the light reading for a month or so until I come back to the heavier topic. Sometimes I’ll put a book down if I just can’t get into it. When I come back to it, more often than not it turns out I just wasn’t in the mood for that book and I’m much more able to dive in. But there are always those books that for whatever reason just don’t engage me.
What I really need to do is to stop buying new books until I finish the ones I already have. I think I could get through all of them in a year, but that might be a bit optimistic. Perhaps I could set up a rewards system of sorts: I’m allowed to buy a new book only after finishing five of the books that are in the TBR bookcase. In my defense, though, of the 20 books I bought in England this summer, I’ve finished 17!