I read books.
Of late I have started taking a keen interest in magazines.
But, have you ever been so into a book and then someone interrupts you to say something mean or inconsiderate?
There’s no such thing as enough books, ask any one who loves reading books, and they’ll probably look at you as though hitting you in the head with a book would sober you up.
After a long week climbing rocks and wading through mud, I treated myself to four books. It is a process that I started while on campus because I love reading and it’s another way of learning skills.
The Art of Undressing by Stephanie Lehmann
Humble Pie by Gordon Ramsay
Gem Squash Tokoloshe by Rachel Zadok
An Arsonist’s Guide to Writer’s Homes in New England by Brock Clarke
If I could read all day, I probably would.
This has led me to think more about reviews and how to write them better. Are you on Goodreads ?
It’s like a library/bookshop/bookclub and you can meet your next favorite book there just from the reviews and groups. I have been a member for sometime now and I decided to work towards 180 books this year.
But what pisses me off is the caption below my tally that says ” you are 18 books behind schedule.”
Ignoring it does not help, and my conscience is aware of my decision to set a challenge. Challenges are neither friendly nor nice and so expecting this from books is pretty stupid of me, but I can’t help it.
And I digress…
However, a colleague at work almost wore me down today when he said, “you always read, Dora, and what good does it do you? If I were you I don’t think I would read that much, don’t you get tired?”
I was about to give him a piece of my mind when our meeting resumed, but at that moment all I could think of was:
1. You are not me
2. I do get tired, but that’s why there are bookmarks. You slip one in and continue from that page later on.
3. There are benefits to reading; improved vocabulary, empathy,an imagination, proper articulation and while we are on it, characters you read about last longer based on the impact they had on you.
Case in point: Chinua Achebe died but Okonkwo still lives in print and e-format.
The book lives on long after Darcy marries Elizabeth, Romeo and Juliet die, Hamlet gets his vengeance, Voldermort is defeated, Harry Potter marries Ginny (JK why?) and more so after Katniss let’s down her bow!
I thought a while about this, but if we put aside the sentiments, and add some history, I would attribute my love for books to my mom.
She has been a teacher of English Literature for over thirty years.
She was the one who had books for us to read, and would encourage our Dad to let us read the newspaper with him, even though we could barely pronounce Wednesday and Conference.
A word a day.
A chapter in the Bible and a song is how she did it.
I can still sing some Luo rhymes, and tell a story or two that were my favorite, but she would always tell us that “Oral literature will never die, you might forget the words but never the beat for as long as you listen.”
So, how about being paid to read books all day?
I haven’t thought that far, but right now I am reading Shadows on the Hudson by Isaac Bashevis Singer.