That’s why I read so little fiction. I can’t stop reading fiction until the end of the book – even if I keep my scratchy eyes open until 2:00 a.m. Unfortunately, there is so much else on my list to read, so I feel guilty reading heart-stopping, bone-chilling fiction. I did take time to read all of Cristian’s book, Remember, because it was short, and I wanted to see what kind of writer he is since he is writing about how to write.
I like reading on Kindle because it keeps track of what you are reading, and how much of you read. Kindle would tell me if I read 100% of Cristain’s book because all the dots should be blackened to the end, but since I read it on my iPhone while I was waiting for an appointment, the dots won’t be filled in until I sync my Kindle.
When it comes right down to it, I’ve been ignoring one of my favorite hobbies, reading books, and substituting it for reading on the internet. It almost seems like I’m not reading when I read the internet because I’m just scratching the surface. I read for information. My friend has an ailment, I look it up. I read a post on Facebook about a movie I’ve don’t know, so I stop and look it up. I have friends who are way over my experiential head, and I can’t stand that, so I check things they write about out – on the internet. I’m at a lecture, and the speaker says he has a web page – I visit it. He makes a comment about the newest thing that the Igeneration is using. I google it. It’s five years old, and out of production. Good thing he’s entertaining!
My step-son wants me to buy a Zero. We check it out together. I can’t even read the specs without his expert help. I don’t think I’m ready to own a Zero, but I’m intrigued.
My husband wants to put up an awning. We check out the newest things on HGTV’s blog.
But I can’t finish my books. Here they are, and I like them all.
Now that I’ve confessed to you I promise that I will finish one of them today.