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books, blabberings, and a life semi-common
Seven days into the new year and I’m only now beginning my first book of 2011. That’s a bit strange for me, seeing as I’m usually reading as much as I can whenever I can.
For me, reading is as simple and as essential to life as breathing. I don’t have to think about; I just do it. I keep a list every year of the books I read and reread, not only to “keep count” but so that I remember what I liked and disliked and to see if there were any trends for a particular year. While I understand people who challenge themselves to a new number every year (I once did that, after all), I’ve come to learn that the experience of reading a book or returning to a lost world is much more satisfying than rushing to finish some pages so that another tick mark can be counted.
Perhaps it’s a bit like lovers. The quantity doesn’t matter to me, only the quality of those special enough to even be considered a tick mark.
I’ve often seen people (on Twitter, in blogs, on Facebook, etc.) talk about their “need” to reach 50 books in a single year. There is a clear distinction between a reader basking in the glow of reaching a new number and a person attempting to become a reader by counting in the numbers. It’s actually disheartening for me to see. I want to tell those people to sit back, relax, and enjoy a new universe, enjoy the science of turning a page. I want to tell them that numbers don’t mean anything.
I’m off to read my first book and I do hope it’s good. I’m going to try my best to actually blog about a book after I’ve finished it rather than merely keep my list. So often, I want to share my joys or my fears or my distaste in something that was written but I forget. Maybe 2011 will see a change in that. I truly hope so!