I have loved to read since about fifth grade. My over active imagination serves me well to fill in the blanks in a story and I am carried away, really into the lives of the people on the page. But, as you might have noticed, my reading list to the right hasn’t changed much. About a year ago, I stopped reading like I had been. There doesn’t seem to be any reason that I can pinpoint. Even if I have spare time, picking up a book is not high on my priority list.
Some of it has to do with book choice. I haven’t enjoyed the last eight or so books that I tried to read. Everyone raved about Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, but I couldn’t find much sympathy for her. That’s that last book I actually finished, last June. I keep picking them up and putting them down. Didn’t like any of the book club selections—Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson, Saving Fish from Drowning by Amy Tan, A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. Even Freedom Writers with Erin Gruwell, a book that should appeal to my teacher’s soul, did not move me. I have Gentlemen & Players by Joanne Harris next to my bed and I have to say that I like it, but I am reading it so slowly. Only a few pages at a time. I have to press on with it, just to finish a book.
Maybe I just need something that will spark my interest. If you have read an inspiring book that moved you, please let me know. I need help getting back on track.