When I was a kid, I read voraciously, and was always having one book or another taken away in class.
As I got older, I didn't read quite as much, and with the advent of the Internet, somehow the number of books I read a year fell off dramatically. It was bothersome - like I'd lost a talent.
On Friday after work, I went to Borders and picked up a copy of "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time," intending to make it last for a weekend.
It didn't last an hour and a half.
It was good to know that was still possible - to be so engrossed in a book that you can't stop reading even for dinner or a trip to the potty.
As I got older, I didn't read quite as much, and with the advent of the Internet, somehow the number of books I read a year fell off dramatically. It was bothersome - like I'd lost a talent.
On Friday after work, I went to Borders and picked up a copy of "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time," intending to make it last for a weekend.
It didn't last an hour and a half.
It was good to know that was still possible - to be so engrossed in a book that you can't stop reading even for dinner or a trip to the potty.
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Date: 2005-05-15 10:59 pm (UTC)It's not a bad book, it's just not grabbing me. It's extremely descriptive (you're hard-pressed to find a noun that doesn't have a string of colors attached to it), yet somehow not engaging. It might be that I know I have to read it now, so I can give it back to this friend before we move. :)