Sunday, August 23, 2015
Summer Book Haul
Yeah, it's a sickness.
However, I think I've discovered the real obstacle to my reading. I think I've mentioned somewhere in this old blog that I have no tolerance for stress anymore. That means any kind of stress (and I'm discovering there are more kinds of stress than I ever imagined as I discover things that trigger my problems, weeee), including the usually pleasurable tension of "what will happen next?" in a book. Yeah, I start into some of that, and suddenly I can't sit still, can't concentrate my mind, can't line words up to make sense, and simply can't read. It's a problem.
Solution? Read the freakin' last chapter before I finish. Spoilers have never bothered me (it's the journey, not the destination), and since the usual tension of a book is exactly what keeps me from being able to read the dratted thing, I can totally handle being "spoiled". With that handy dandy trick now in my bag, I hope to resume fiction reading and eat away some of my mountain of To Be Read books. I only have, what, 800 or so books waiting for me? Heck, I can get through those before I die, right?