I've been reading a lot of books lately. Probably more in the last 5 months than I have in the last 5 years. That's sad. The last 5 years part. Not the last 5 months part. That's not sad at all. That's healthy and liberating and amazing. Even though other parts of my life are a bit neglected (read: I am well aware that my kitchen floor looks like that) parts of my brain are reconnecting in a way that they haven't for a very long time.
When I was little, I used to eat books. It would take me a day or two to get through a Laura Ingalls or an Anne or a Nancy Drew or a Beezus or Peter Hatcher or Anastasia or whatever Newbery winner it was that I was reading that second. And it would change every ten minutes. I couldn't read enough. I loved a series, because I needed more than 300 pages to get enough of everyone.
The characters weren't my best friends, but the books were. Plus, no one punishes you by keeping you away from your books. That would be bad parenting at it's baddest.
One of the reasons I used to read was because it took me away from whatever it was going on in my life. In good times and in bad times books were always an escape. Always.
Never was I ever worried about anything that went on in my books.
These days I feel like everything I read is talking directly at me. Showing me some sort of side of a situation that maybe I haven't considered before. A different point of view, one that isn't mine, one that used to be mine, one that should be mine.
Words that scream repercussions of a thought, of a feeling, of a behavior that I never considered until page 256, second paragraph down. Third line in. 4am.
Whether I'm reading a classic or the latest and greatest NYT bestseller, I can find something that completely relates to my life as it is Right. Now. And now. And now. And then. And that time too. I don't know how I feel about it, but it certainly is making me think.
Making me think that I'm not so unique or special or alone after all, and that is a very good feeling.
A very bad feeling is thinking you are the only one in the whole wide world who is scared of _____ because you are thinking ______ and doing _____ to cope.

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LOL I've considered taking my son's books away because we take his toys and he doesn't seem to care. I need to find what pushes his buttons, and I think it'd be his books. Maybe just no new books for a long time.
Borders and Barnes and Noble are evil. They keep sending me e-mails with coupons and mentioning their clearance sales. Evil I tell you.
I'm on a bit of a reading kick too. I was so pleased that my two oldest are following in my and the HP's bookworm footsteps. I just bought a slew of old Trixie Belden books for them from half.com.
Up next for me: Gaiman's Coraline and The Graveyard Book.
I just finished WRH's July book club book, Winner of the National Book Award.
I love to read. My problem is I have to have it totally quiet in order to do that. In my house that NEVER happens, so it takes me a loooong time to finish a book. I am a big geek and love fantasy stuff, if there are dragons in it even better (don't laugh). I like fantasy because it takes me totally away from the real world for awhile.
I go through waves of devouring books at a rapid pace, then just quitting for awhile. I just retrieved a bunch of Bobbsey Twins books from my parents' house for Lisa. Once she's through those, she can start on the Nancy Drews and Hardy Boys. Man, that makes me feel old.
I still eat books.
I will refer to them in terms of nutritional content.
Brain candy, brain food, junk food, etc.
It's an obsession that my husband doesn't understand and wonders about sometimes. But I am not escaping from anything, just escaping to wherever.
Like you, I enjoy the story and I LOVE a good series.
Im the same way with books. They can teach you so much about yourself without having to experience what the main character is going though. Books are an escape, a therapy, a chance to live someone else's life for just a smidge of time. Books are wonderful.
You must be processing a whole heck of a lot right now. Maybe it's time to pick up something trashy to read and give yourself a break. It is summer, after all. :)
I used to read so made that my asshole step dad WOULD take my books from me as punishment. Books, paper and pens, plus the usual electronic suspects too.
At times I wonder if he'd take my brother away too....
:)
I can't wait to get away to the cabin next week. I've got a stack of old and new reads all ready to go. Too bad I have to take the boy along with me, but there's always naptime...
This post really relates to me right now. I've picked up books again thanks to a good friend and it's been wonderful. If I had to think about the last time I read for fun, it was probably back in the day when I was reading Sweet Valley High. Too long, but I can't get enough of it now either. You should post some of the books you've been reading. I'm interested in seeing what your eyes are eating.
Books are AWESOME! I love to devour them and then hunt for more books like them. And series...I can't get enough of them. I have a book with me at all times, because you never know when you get the urge.
And yes they do speak to you and to me and to all of us and it makes me feel like we're in this great big happy sad crazy joyous mess of a world together.
Just stumbled upon your blog and I'm very much enjoying it!
I've found connecting in that way can be both a good and a bad thing. Sometimes I'm emotionally unprepared and can't deal with books speaking to me too, as my mind is already racing and questioning and analyzing enough. And then other times it's quite comforting.
The latter is always preferable though :)
I eat them too! More so then, than now. I go through stages.
I'm afraid I was a very bad parent. I took my eldest books away twice in his twelve years. I had takin everything else away, nothing phased him. It was all like, oh you just tellin me some funny joke, ha ha. Until I took his books away, and it was as though I were trying to kill him by stabbing him in his heart with the pointy edge of one of the books. THE HORROR!!
Now, that the teen years are upon us, and reading seems to be a thing of the past, I use them against him as well. Take everything else away and leave him his books and make him read them... He has nothing better to do. And he finds himself buried deep into the pages, and I interupt, and say, "Good book?" He grumbles "No! It's stupid, cause I can't find out what's going on fast enough!"
Crunch, munch chew chew...and forget it if there is some good imaginary lore involved.
I have been reading more than lately too. But embarrassingly enough it has not been anything profound. More like trash and chick lit. A girls gotta do what she's gotta do.
Ha. I was such a nerd that my parents did have to actually take books away from me as a punishment. One summer I did something I wasn't supposed to do (or didn't do something i was supposed to do...can't remember which) and they banned me from reading my Babysitter's Club books for a whole month.
I was one of those kids. Around 19 or 20 though, life just went out of control for a while - too much going on all at once. I remember a few years later when life settled back down a bit and I rediscovered books - like an old best friend. And now blogs...
Yeah - my kitchen floor looks like that too. ;)
I was absolutely one of those kids--I used to love Anastasia, Beezus, and the rest of 'em. In college I never read as much for fun because I was always reading for school, but I've picked it up recently and it reminds me of everything I loved about reading as a kid.It's the good kind of escape.
I go through phases where I read more than usual and usually my husband doesn't mind unless he's uneasy about the subject matter. Like when I got obsessed with the unexpurgated diaries of Anais Nin (with all the dirt on her many adulterous love affairs, etc.) But he reads murder mysteries, that doesn't mean he wants to kill me...right?
I used to "eat" books too! I'd read a novel in a day as early as junior high - you're right, it's a great escape. The last few years I've been busier and haven't read as much, and lately I've been back at it.
I'll read anything (unless I don't like the "voice" then I ditch in the first few pages).
I started a book last night at around ten and finished it before supper today.
I'm happy to be a nerd. :)
I have to admit, I was the kid that hated to read.
I shared a room with my sister who read all the time and kept me up ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT.
I was the kid that hung upside down from trees, sailing, swimming, ice skating and sketching.
I'm now getting back into reading and although it is very time consuming, I love being sucked into every chapter, page, sentence and word.
My husband will be teaching 8th grade English this coming year (moving down from teaching seniors), so I have been helping him by reading all the books that will be in his classroom library. I can't get over the way I can so easily relate to the characters in these young adult books. I'm just going through them, one after the other, and each one I have jumped right into the world and loved spending time there.
I've read less since my son was born than I used to in a good month before. He just sucks the energy out of me. Blogging is a good distraction as well.
I'm so happy to hear that your reading and enjoying every minute of it!
That is exactly how I feel about books-They are my best friends :D
In fact, I'm off to order some from the library!
Thanks for sharing this lovely post.
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