I think we’ve established in previous posts that I tend to be a slow reader and compensate with audiobooks which increases what’s on my reading list. Plus I just like to read when I’m supposed to be doing something boring like housework. I also have an e-reader or two in my company at all times–ya know–for emergencies. LOL! Additionally, I’m reading a plethora of different books to my boys every night. The kids range from ages 11 to 7 and have broad interest areas increasing my habit of reading broadly. Plus I like to read them things that are outside of their box–to mix things up a little bit. Because of that we usually have anywhere from 2-4 different books going at a time. Yeah, this is how my reading list easily gets to be so long. But I’ve also discovered something else about my reading habits. I read for pleasure and I also read for purpose. Right now I’m in the exploratory, mullet-over phase of my third book and so I’m reading things that will help me connect the random and semi-random dots floating around my head. I also read because of curiosity and and the need to belong. Yeah, I’ve put a dent in 50 Shades of Grey. I’m not sure whether I wanted to read it or not, but I know I wanted to be a part of the conversation, or at least be an informed listener–not left out. I also read for craft. Lately it’s been mostly in the form the The Writer and Writer’s Digest, but I have a long list of favorite craft reads and want-to-reads and even re-reads to keep me busy for a long time. And then I critique my friends’ writing too, which I love because it makes me feel special to be on the ground level of something amazing. Phew…I’m tired just talking about it. LOL!
And then there are those folks who read one book at a time. *head thunk*
They make me feel like a reading spaz. But I try to remind myself that I’m “that girl” in other areas of my life–like when it comes to ice cream. Because I only ever order chocolate. I am not an ice cream spaz. And I’m also that girl a lot of times in a lot of different ways through out my day. I’m often tried and true, boring and horribly predictable, so it just might be healthy for me to be a bit of a spaz somewhere in my life. Or not–you never know. Okay–I’m an organizational spaz too–but that shouldn’t count because cleaning and organization is no damn fun.
How do you read your books and eat your ice cream? Are you messy like me? Inquiring minds want to know. *waggles eyebrows*