Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

Thinking about my attitude to reading and how it's changed, and how come I read so few books compared to a couple of years ago.

Sometimes reading is indulgence: this is often what happens when I reread old favourites, or read fanfiction. Intellectual laziness.

Sometimes reading is a task, as when I read a book for review or bookclub: also, when I've started a book and set it aside half-read, finishing it becomes a task.

Sometimes it's filler: I'll read while I'm on the train, while I'm waiting for something to happen, in bed before I fall asleep (subject to cat).

When did I stop thinking of reading as an activity, something that was fun?
House of Many Ways -- Diana Wynne Jones
It's not that I'm lazy or stupid. I just haven't bothered to look round the edges of Mother's way of doing things. (p. 176)
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