I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about why I don’t read nearly as much as I used to. Let me restate that: I rarely read and truth be told it’s been bothering me quite a bit. At one time I was a voracious reader. You couldn’t tear me away from a book. I always had a book in my hand no matter where I went.
I was talking to a co-worker about it and she told me that she had read that the digital age has re-programmed some of us and children are particularly vulnerable. I’ve heard this before and really never gave it much thought. But now I tend to think it’s true considering my own situation. So for the past 3 days when I get home I put my phone in my bedroom and it remains there all evening. The television remains turned off. Since then I have finished reading Jane Two by Sean Patrick Flanery, Eventown by Corey Ann Haydu, followed by Holly Black’s The Darkest Part of the Forest. I’m currently reading My Name is Scout, the biography of Harper Lee by Charles J. Shields. However, this is not to say that I’ll stop watching television or fiddle on my phone because hell no I won’t. But I need to find a balance. Reading has always centered me and made me happy and for me to barely read for years is like, “Okay, enough!”
I was coming home and literally the first thing that I would do is turn on the television and set my phone nearby and get on it often throughout the evening to do whatever. This has been going on for a very long time.
Anyhow I’m going to try and get my pleasure of reading back.
