For years and years I read eight books per month, no more and no less. Then the kids came along.
was a sustainable plan for a while when Edith was an infant, but then
she got more mobile and I began freelancing. Free time went out the
window. Suddenly I could go weeks without finishing a book.
a neighbor emailed a message to the residents of our block to gauge
interest about starting a book club, I was skeptical. Not of the book
club -- no reason that couldn't be a success. But I was skeptical that I
would be able to keep up. And if I was only reading a book or so a
month, did I really want that one to be chosen by someone else?
my first instinct was to say no. But I spoke to a few of my neighbors
who were joining, and I changed my mind. What the heck. The worst that
could happen is that I would nibble on some cheese while my neighbors
discussed a book I hadn't found time to read.
club's second meeting is coming up soon, and a surprising thing has
happened. I'm not only finding the time to read the chosen books, but
I'm getting them done a week or more before I need to. And finding the
time to read the books I "have" to made me realize that I really can
find the time to read once again if I just change my habits. I'm
reserving multiple books from the library at the same rate I used to a
few years ago. It's refreshing.
I'm nowhere near
reading eight books each month again. But all of a sudden two or three a
month seems doable. I hope I can keep it up.