With a prompt like this, how can I not just talk about it in the literal sense. I love books! I love reading. I’d probably have more to talk about if I was doing more reading, but I promise, I have lots of experience.
It’s not like I haven’t tried to read books this year. It just seems that every one I pick up, I have a hard time finishing. I’ve posted probably three books on Goodreads that are still “In Progress” and I’m not sure I have any intention of finishing them, which is hard for me to admit because it takes quite a lot for me to give up on a story. But I know there is one book that’s been sitting “In Progress” for maybe two years? Haha, or maybe it’s just a year. I’m afraid to look…
At this point, I’m thinking it’s safe to just take that book off my Goodreads.
I’m currently reading a book that was recommended by my youngest son. He was so excited about it that I just had to give it a go. It is very easy reading, but I’m enjoying the story quite a lot and it’s nice to take a break and read some… what would you call them? Younger stories? I really dislike calling them that… but it’s hard to know how to classify them sometimes.
I love reading books, but I also love books. I believe I’m in an “older” category, though, now that books are digitally available. At least I am reading some digitally now, where before I said I would never! But you should never say never, especially with all of the technological advances that are happening these days.
I just can’t get past the feel of a book in my hands. Turning the pages… having the book fall out of my hands and thump into my lap when I accidentally fall asleep reading it. It’s not as fun when it’s your phone. I also love turning that last page and closing the book for the last time. There’s something so satisfying about it that just isn’t the same when it’s a swipe of your finger and it’s all over.
I was just sitting here thinking that I miss looking at my bookcase with all the books sitting there… I remember I used to look at them and remember the stories and get lost in the remembering. That still happens when I look through my Goodreads history, but it’s just not the same. It makes me sad to think of those poor books stuffed in a box sitting in a storage unit. I’m thinking I might need to do something about that… perhaps the dining table can go so I can stare at my books…
There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?
This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G. Hill. Today’s prompt was “book.” Use any meaning of the word as your theme, or simply mention the word “book” in your post. Enjoy! Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.