when i was little, we often would drive out to BC for a month during the summer.
we camped, swam, explored, spent time with family...
and read and read and read.
i would go to the library before the trip,
check out 20 books,
and try my best to stuff them all in one backpack.
i read voraciously during the year too.
at about thirteen years old, i realized, with great sadness,
that i had read almost the complete young adult section at my local library.
i began to venture off to the next closest library to quench my insatiable thirst.
{i was a flexible little reader!}
all throughout junior high and high school, i read like crazy.
but as i started university,
all the required readings (novels, articles, textbooks) started to weigh me down.
i realized that i started wanting to read for pleasure less + less.
all that required reading made picking up a book look a lot less attractive.
it's a little scary when something you have always done,
something you've always considered core to your personality,
just isn't there anymore.
this is not to say that i don't read at all anymore,
but i often have to force myself to pick up a book,
and it sometimes takes me a looooong time to get through it.
(case in point,
outliers. i finally finished it yesterday after starting it THIS SUMMER!)
every once in awhile, i read something that re-ignites that spark
and i feel like that crazy little reader inside of me is not gone,
just a little tired.
read it! a little slow in the middle, but the last third was amazing!)
so new year's resolution:
revive that crazy little reader inside.
i miss him a lot.
and i need to start spending more time in bookstores again.
what wonderful wonderful places.
any fabulous book suggestions??
