November 10, 2013

I hate reading

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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