So I have a confession: I rarely read. Most people who know me do know about this fact about me; I’m more of a writer than a reader. But why? Why am I anti-reading? It’s not that I am per se, it’s just that I have found maybe 2-3 books that kept my attention for longer than 5 minutes. It’s not like I don’t read at all. I’m a forum dweller and I do a lot of my reading online.
So why did I decide to write about reading? A few weeks ago while volunteering, I was doing book stocking. Normally, I would do this and not bat an eye at any title.
That is, until I saw The Cat Who… series. It piqued my interest, and since someone had donated half of the series, I looked through a couple of them. Basically it’s a collection of mystery books with very smart cats. I’m a cat person (who is ironically allergic to long-haired cats). So I bought about 4-5 of the series before someone else snatched up the rest.
Rydia is getting in on the reading as well. We get a lot of children’s books, and we usually sell them for a quarter each. So naturally I’m going to pick out a few books that I enjoyed in my childhood, and some that I know she would get a kick out of. Her favorite is If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, which is a book that I never owned, but it’s such a cute little book that I couldn’t pass it up. And neither could she.
So I guess you can say that I’m going to start reading a little more now that I have interesting stuff to read. And who knows? It may even inspire me to write some more, something that I haven’t done much of in the past few years.