We've talked here about addictions before. Pesto, lately, seems the latest thing I've needed a twelve step program to come to terms with and so far, I've done a good job of limiting myself, namely because there isn't an unlimited supply and I've become too much of a pesto snob to eat just any pesto so I've been cutting chunks off the pesto block I have at a very, very slow rate.
Then.....there's the Nook. I love to read. I always have, but I've been tempered in my obsessive need to read by library hours, the relative location of the library and then children. Children and the library work great when you know what you want, put it on hold and get in and get out. However I have children who pull every book off shelves or won't stay in the children's section and insist on following you through the library yelling, "Who's that woman on the cover? Why does her face look like that? Mommy!? Why does this book show a picture of a dead person?" (I was checking out Stiff: The Curious Life of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach. GOOD BOOK. VERY GOOD BOOK!) They're getting better, but I still can't peruse the shelves like I am wont to do.
I've also mentioned that in late November I bought a NookColor. I waffled so much between the Nook and a Kindle that the Man bought me a Kindle in late December. Both have a ridiculous amount of free books available on them not to mention sites like smashwords for free books and conversion software for the Kindle to get greater access to free books and I now, literally, have 41 books still needing to be read on the Kindle and 34 books needing to be read on the Nook, none of which are repeated.
Now, I know Daphne, among others of you, have a Kindle and love it. I just love mine too, but the Nook, I must say is more of an enabler because I can check books out of the library from my own computer in my own house whenever I want. "Get out of town," you say, "The library? More Free Books?!!?" Yes, and in your underwear, no less.
Yeah. This isn't going to end well. Since late November 2010 I've devoured 120 books/novellas. Yes, I keep an Excell spreadsheet. This isn't even including the number I still have in my "To Be Read" que on each device.
I often think to myself, self...don't you think that time could be spent more constructively? Then I look at the boy who is reading fouth grade books in the first grade and the girl who recites books she's memorized and enjoys "reading" them to me at night and respond that not only is imitation the best form of flattery, but reading comprehension is the skill that will get them the farthest in life whether it's discerning how to conduct a major surgery via medical journals or a manual on how to swap out my spark plugs. Whatever course these children choose in life, they'll comprehend it because they're readers.
Or maybe that explanation just makes me feel better since I'm knee deep into a book I'm reading, there's dishes in the sink and I'm more prone to ignore the second than the first.
The morning comes early...and you can read all night long. The laundry won't mind.
June 17, 2013 - Plum Disappointed
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