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Top Five Reasons NOT to Read

Wait…this is a book blog, isn’t it?  Yes, this is a book blog, and no, it’s not a typo.  This post really is about the top five reasons not to read. 

I absolutely adore reading.  (Whew!, thinks you.)  It’s more than a hobby for me; really, it’s something akin to a lifestyle.  Some people craft, some people play fantasy football, some people bake.  Me?  I read.  When people find out that reading is what I like to do, though, I’m usually met with a somewhat perplexed expression accompanied by an almost imperceptible head tilt followed up by a quickly offered reason as to why that person is not an avid reader themselves.

Let me say now that no apologies, explanations or justifications are necessary.  I totally get that reading is not for everyone; chances are that I’m not at all into your hobby of choice.  (Although, if you’re reading this, you probably do have at least some sort of a tangential interest in books.  It’s either that or you’re related to me, and you know I’m going to ask you what you thought of my latest post.)  In fact, it might surprise you that these same reasons that people give me for not reading are the same thoughts that I’ve had at one point or another about reading.  (So very shocking, but true!)  So what are these reasons not to read?

  1. I don’t have the time to read.   I hear ya’!  There have been days (weeks, months, years…) when it was all I could do to drag myself into bed each night and fall asleep just so I could get up and do it all again the next day.  Now I’m at the opposite end of the spectrum with so. much. time.  For all the other times in between, though, here’s how I did it.  Instead of watching three or four shows before bed, I’d watch one or two and fill the rest of the time with reading.  I always kept a book or my Kindle in my bag or car so that when I was waiting to pick up my daughter, to see the doctor, to register my car at the DMV (so much waiting!)  I could read a few chapters.  All these little bits here and there added up, and I was usually able to finish a book or so a week.
  2. I don’t know what to read.  For a long time, I didn’t either.  Discovering my reading flow was very much a trial and error process that usually involved judging many a book by its cover.  Before long, though, I came up with a very scientific methodology for book selection: snazzy cover art, interesting title, good blurb, enticing first page and compelling first chapter, in that order.  If a book was able to pass all these tests, it was a go.  Now I’ve developed a sense of my reading preferences, but if I’m at a loss for what to read next, this is still the process I use.
  3. Books are too expensive.  Believe you me, the cost of reading materials is something I’m very concerned with.  I’ve always been lucky enough to live in places with fantastic public libraries teeming with the latest books.  The last place I lived was actually down the street from the regional headquarters.  (Book nerd Heaven!!!)  Even with the tiny library that I now live near, the lovely librarians are always more than happy to request whatever I need.  I also regularly comb through the Kindle store to find books for cheap or free.  (Yay, free!!!)  Failing that, sites like Bookoutlet.com have tons of titles for a steal.
  4. Reading is boring.  I completely agree.  Reading is soooo boring — if you’re reading the wrong book.  Sometimes I find myself with a book in hand that’s supposed to be wonderful, a must-read, a classic that anyone who’s anyone has read — and I absolutely loathe it.  I find my attention wandering, I have to re-read passages, I can’t keep track of the story line.  Yaaaaaawwwn!  Before you know it, I’m sound asleep and drooling on the pages.  You know what I do?  I put the boring bastard down.  I don’t care how many prizes it’s won or how many scholars have it on their required reading list.  I don’t care how many book clubs and blogs and circles claim it is the best read of the year, nay, the century!  If it does not hold my attention beyond the first few chapters, that book is going back to whence it came.  No guilt.  No hesitation. Bye bye, boring book!
  5. There is a cat sleeping on my book.  I don’t really know what to say about this one except, I feel your pain.  For at this very moment, there is a cat sleeping on my book.  Clearly, moving the cat is not an option — especially since it’s National Cat Day! — so here I sit, working on my blog and hoping that he doesn’t think the keyboard is an even better place to nap.

How about you?  What are your reasons for not reading and how do you overcome them?  Do share, I’d love to hear from you!

Until then, happy reading!

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