i need to do something about this not reading thing. it’s weird.
I miss reading. I miss really getting lost in a book. Being taken to a place in someone else’s head with my own mind painting by the numbers given. All I can seem to handle right now are the pretty how-to/lets do! cook and create books.
I can’t seem to sit or sit still. I’ve got this attention deficit issue that isn’t helped by my best friends ibook and dsl. I hang out with them so much that I don’t give myself any non-visual stimulation time. And I have to get working on making a comfortable space in the apt to just chill. The chairs are good for writing, not reading. And the new bed is all warm milk and counted sheep. I can’t keep my eyes open.
So while I look for curl up-able seating, I’m instituting book breaks. An hour a day. Okay, maybe 30 minutes. Just to get started. Get my head into it, without my back complaining too much.
And since I have to start somewhere. I think that somewhere is Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart.
Nikki♥