Alright, I read. I'm kind of a dork. I read a lot. I love reading,
just love love love love reading. I love a really good story where I am
totally engrossed in the story.
There is a bit of a problem. It
takes me a while to begin a book. I set it on the table and I stare at
it for a few days. I weigh when there is time to read the book.
Now
it is important to understand, if I begin a book and read 30 pages into
it I have to finish the book. It is so important to me to not be a
quiitter. And what if there is something good in the back of the book
that I would not get to. So 30 pages it is.
Well I was trying to
explain this, why I was not reading a book yet. I said that it was
because I was afraid of having to finish the book and what if it is not a
good book. I have to finish it anyways.
Well I am glad to say I
picked up the book. I didn't put it down until I had read the next two
books in the series. Yeah, I have to read the whole series.
OK. I
HATE READING BOOKS WHEN THE WHOLE SERIES IS NOT IN PRINT. It happens all
the time. I get so frustrated. It would be like flying, but flying and
then hitting a block of jello air. You just stop. ALL that momentum just
halts and rattles through your system and freezes in the brain. Ugh!
And
this is what I realized, I am not afraid of having to finish the book. I
am afraid of finishing the book. I get swallowed in to the corner of
the room I am reading in, like a hermit, and I do not come out until I
have finished the entire volume of works the author has written. Ugh!
Love it!!!
So
I love reading, and I am a bit of a dork, because if there is something
I do not understand then I read up on it. I have to. I just cant stand
that unsettling hanger at the end of a story or not knowing something.
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