Somewhere along the line, as it does for most, my reading time diminished, and last year, I'm not sure that I finished one book. One. It's shameful. Embarrassing. I know most of my free time goes to knitting now, but I'm trying to make a conscious effort to make time for reading. A few weeks ago, I finally finished The Omnivore's Dilemma. I started it sometime last year, and read some on the plane home from Boston in September, but then it sat unfinished for months. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I never devoted enough time to finish. When I finally finished, I felt so proud (of a feat that was nothing but ordinary). It encouraged me to read more often. Last week, I started and finished a book in two days. It was a loaner from Jill, who never lost the reading bug. It's called Scratch Beginnings, and it's a response to Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickel and Dimed, which I read for one of my social anthropology classes at UH. It was a quick read and very enjoyable. I'm also halfway through Wicked. I've seen the play (and I'm seeing it for a second time in July!), and have been dying to read the book. I've got a ton of books waiting to be next in line, so I'm hoping to keep this pace.
It's so nice to be making reading a priority again.