This year I find myself reading very slowly. It’s not a good or a bad thing it just is and when I realized I was doing it, it made me want to write about it. Why? No idea. But isn’t that the whole point of this blog thing?
I started a class in January, a writing class, not that I’m writing an actual book or anything, I just enjoy writing and I like taking classes. Yes, I’m a bit of a geek but whatever. So, as part of this class, you break down the aspects of a book (plot, dialogue, beginnings, endings, pacing) and I started reading more closely. I started breaking down the stories and taking notice of how an author introduced a character, how she/he paced the story, added back story, and foreshadowed events.
Once more I started to savor. It’s not that I don’t savor a book when I read fast but I’m sure there are nuances and subtle hints about characters I skim over without fully grasping. It’s like falling in love with reading all over again.
This year I’m reading more of the books I want and I have to say I’m so glad I made that choice. It’s like I have no rules! It’s liberating.
If I don’t read my usual number of books this year, I don’t care. I’m having so much fun re-discovering what’s on my shelves, creating lists, and joining read alongs and challenges that it feels all new again.
Funny I say that because I haven’t been blogging much at all. I think I posted about three or four reviews so far this year and we’re closing in on the end of February, so I’m slacking, but that’s OK too. I have the pass and I’m running free. Running free I tell you!