Reading for pleasure is a new concept for me. I blame this on 25 years of school. 25 years of someone else telling me "READ THIS & WRITE A PAPER". I get that that's how school works - and probably should work from Kindergarten until 12th grade, but college? Ugh!
Don't get me started on the thriving business of "higher education". From 2002 to 2013, I was told to buy overly-expensive textbooks that were boring or confusing or told me things I already knew. Plus, when you go college AND have a job AND have to read these textbooks AND complete pointless homework assignments on them, you don't have time to read what you want. I don't care what kind of anti-social bookworm you claim to be, you just don't have time.
Fast forward to now. Now I actively walk to my neighborhood's public library and spend a happily dedicated amount of time in my favorite sections. Now Barnes&Noble makes for as good a day trip as The Museum of Natural History in my eyes. Nowadays, I love hearing what other women I admire are reading, and scanning reviews to see if I think I'll like it myself. Nowadays, I love the idea of crawling into bed with a book I'm halfway into and enjoying; I love the idea of stumbling across a paragraph or page that sings to me, and getting to share it with someone I love.
All this - reading for pleasure - is such a strange new sensation. It feels like a little miracle, and now I 'get' how Matilda felt on her way to BOOKS. I've uncovered that nonfiction is my jam. I couldn't get past the first page of 50 Shades. I prefer motivational books. The new trend of 'Funny Lady memoirs' has me hooked. eat, pray, love has always been a favorite, and probably my most reread book. Books on design. Books on cats. Home Decor books. I've been reading two books on meditation and combatting anxiety, depression, and obsessive thoughts.
So yeah. Reading. It's fun. Who knew?!