I've always been a late bloomer with a lot of things in my life, but lately I've been amazed at the number of things that I have accepted as "normal" for me. Chief among the things that I "like" now includes reading. Yes, reading. I've never, ever liked reading in my life, outside of all the times that I was forced to like it for the sake of school. Granted, I've only read two books since my new addiction has begun, but I don't see myself stopping anytime soon. For as much as I have loved writing creatively in the last decade, I never have enjoyed a good fiction read. Now my favorite book thus far is "Dreaming In Code" by Scott Rosenburg - a non-fiction piece!
It's weird and new for me still, but I'm finding that I am more organized, sharper to wit, and happier to kill my free time with a book. I'm not sure if my reading style is traditional or unique. I still don't like sitting down with a book for hours on end - I have too many other things to do - but I do enjoy killing ten or fifteen minutes every so often throughout my day with a book. I look forward to my breaks and lunches at Meijer for the sake of reading.
Most interestingly, I'm a fast reader. I always have been quick with reading, but when I really enjoy a book, I cruise through it (albeit, in those little tiny chunks I just mentioned). I'm oddly interested in all sorts of books too: fiction, non-fiction... and I'm rereading one of my old textbooks right now (of course, this is for learning purposes too -- that in a near-future post!).
So all told, I'm kicking myself: why now do I enjoy reading? Why couldn't I have loved it this much back in college, when it mattered a lot more?!? Why couldn't I have enjoyed something that I needed to do pretty much every night for five years?
Well, I suppose there are some drawbacks to being a late bloomer.
Out.
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