May 4, 2015 by Ray Yanek
I admit that I have numerous ‘peculiarities’ that should, probably, warrant heavy medication, but normally those peculiarities do not extend into my reading habits.
This time though…
See, I started a reading a book about two weeks ago. And I loved it. I tweeted out the next morning that it had been an extremely long time since a book had captivated and enchanted me so completely. Since then, I’ve thought about the book, journaled about the characters, thought more about the book, bitched and moaned that I didn’t come up with the story, and so forth. The one thing I haven’t done?
Read any more of the book.
Not a page.
When most people stumble across a book they love in the way that I love this book
they suck that book down like a cold beer on a hot day. They stay up until 3 am to finish it, they take the book on the treadmill, read it during their lunch breaks, or read it on their phones when they’re supposed to be working.
But I can’t bring myself to do that with this book, because I know if I do, I’ll get distracted and I’ll miss something. And I don’t want to miss a single word of this book.
I’ve found myself waiting for that special moment when I can hide myself away and hit that book with a laser-focus, where I can sit down and savor every image, every phrase, every word.
That’s a problem, because there aren’t a whole lot of those perfect moments.
And no, I’m not going to tell you the name of the book, because that book is mine, damn it. All mine. And you can’t have it.
Not yet anyway… 🙂
So what about you? Are you a binge reader or, like I’m doing currently, do you wait for that perfect moment to lose yourself in that story?