This week I was thinking about books. I was thinking about people I meet who do not own books. Or who do not read. Times are rapidly changing and many people read only online sources for leisure, but I still love the smell and feel of an old, hardcover book. I relish the moments I receive books as gifts or I come across a first edition hardcover in some used bookstore somewhere. I miss reading for leisure.
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I have loved reading since I was a child.
One summer my great-grandmother came to live with us when we lived on a farm in Maryland. My mom says my great-grandmother read to me constantly that summer and she thinks that was the beginning of a beautiful hobby. I do not remember that summer because I was only in preschool. But I do remember my mother reading to me as far back as kindergarten. My mom read to me or we would read together EVERY night before bedtime until I was old enough to read on my own. Books will also hold a deeper meaning for me because my grandmother and I shared a love of reading. We shared books with each other every year. When I see a book, I see my grandmother.
Reading was not always easy for me, but I loved it enough that reading slowly did not bother me. I was usually one of the last people to finish reading anything in class in elementary school. Still, I was usually placed in Gifted classes and read books well beyond my grade’s reading level.
As I got older, reading aloud TERRIFIED me. I would read ahead so I would not stumble over my words when it was my turn. Remember when we would read plays in school? That was my first taste of social anxiety and panic. My stomach would hurt, I would sweat, and I would read aloud slowly so I would not make a mistake.
I was reading every word one at a time. I was reading in my head like I was reading aloud. Even as I type this, I can feel my tongue move in mouth as I say the words in my head. It is not that abnormal, but it is limiting enough to be a learning disability. I did not recognize this limitation until too late because I had already developed severe test anxiety. Unfortunately, my inability to read quickly interfered with my ability to do well on standardized tests.
In college, I learned to read faster out of necessity. Eventually I was able to scan sentences and comprehend paragraphs without too much trouble. I did well in college and learned how to manage my test anxiety (for the most part). I still constantly read for leisure, sometimes multiple books in a single week. In grad school, I continue to learn strategies to comprehend as much as possible in a short amount of time. So far so good. But my desire to read for leisure has slowly disintegrated during grad school. I read all day. Empirical journal articles, textbooks, manuals, dissertations, reports. My leisure reading takes place every day when I catch up on Google Reader. I love reading all of your blogs, but at the end of the day, I prefer to unwind by watching movies or television now.
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These are just a handful of books I tend to read every few years because they have touched my heart so deeply.
The Phantom Tollbooth – Norton Juster
The Alchemist – Paulo Coelho
Neverwhere – Neil Gaiman (my favorite author)
The Undiscovered Self – Carl Jung
His Dark Materials Trilogy – Phillip Pullman
The Upanishads is an Indian spiritual text that guides much of what I now believe to be my core values. The Undiscovered Self by Carl Jung opened doors for me that I wished had not been opened at first, but doors that made me a better person. It began a journey of self-awareness that made me embrace all things in myself.
But the other books are fiction… fantasy, in fact. I adore fiction.
“Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.” ~ Jessamyn West
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I want to start reading again.
I read a few books over my Christmas holiday. My family and friends gave me a handful of books for Christmas. Those books are all sitting on my bedside table. I have already read a few of the ones I received as gifts, but I enjoy reading good books multiple times. Here are the books sitting next to me, begging me to read them any day now.
The United States of Arugula – David Kamp
Up in the Air – Walter Kirn
Lamb:The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal – Christopher Moore
Eat Pray Love: – Elizabeth Gilbert
Crow – Ted Hughes
Wicked – Gregory McGuire
http://www.amazon.com/Lamb-Special-Gift-According-Childhood/dp/0061438596/ref=tmm_hrd_title_0