So it's officially summer and I am significantly behind on my reading goal for the year. And it's not even that big! Seriously, how hard is it to read twenty-four books in a year? For some people this is probably something they can pull off in a month or two. Apparently (and if we look at previous reading challenges of years gone by to confirm this) it's a monumental task for me. . . .
I blame Playstation. Except I love Playstation so no I don't. : )
It's not like there aren't twenty-four books that I want to read, there's probably at least twenty at my house sitting in the to-read pile. One major shift that has happened though: while I used to finish (or at least try extremely hard to finish) every book I started, my threshold for tossing a book aside has widened. If I don't care about the main character by the hundredth page then I'm out. If there are pages and pages and pages of expose that just drag on and on and on then I'm done. I love Stephen King but I could NOT get through The Stand. I tried and then I tried again. And while the book started off awesome, I got to around the 300th page and I couldn't do it anymore. It's not a length thin. I devoured Under the Dome in less than a week. I just couldn't get into The Stand. Same thing with the second book of A Song of Ice and Fire: A Clash of Kings. No, I don't watch the show.
I've been getting better at balancing things though. I only have two or three things going in each of my multimedia addictions. So, no new books until I start getting through the ones I already have! I tore through Max Barry's Lexicon in about two weeks. Talk about great. There's a reason it won a bunch of awards and was recognized by both Time Magazine and NPR.
Anyways, that's my rant. Maybe I should put down the laptop and pick up a book?