Saturday, April 25, 2015
What are you reading?
Not long ago I was frequently getting asked "What are you reading?"
I find this a distressing question. Not because I don't like it. I do. If anything I like it too much. What a glorious opportunity to talk about me, books, and my opinion. What a lovely time to reflect, notice, and coalesce all my feelings and opinions about what I read.
I have a lot of feelings and opinions about what I read.
You may have noticed that, in general, I have a lot of feelings and opinions about everything. Indeed I am aflame with feelings and opinions around here, especially ones you cannot find anywhere else, like:
Cashews are delicious.
I don't know. I'm pretty sure I'm the first person to notice that, but I'm not here to argue.
I'm here to tell you that, despite relishing being asked what I'm reading, I'm bizarrely terrible at answering the question. I may be reading eleven books, staying up too late to do so, squeezing 15 minutes of reading into impossibly small spaces, like seven minutes, for instance, but ask me what I'm reading and, poof, it's all gone. I can't remember a thing!
But since I kept getting asked what I was reading I started paying attention and sort of memorizing it. Sick of these weird brain freezes of mine I have made the effort to prepare. I have started walking around with a wee, updated list in my head of just exactly what I'm reading. I am ready.
Ahem, I am ready.
And then suddenly no one is asking what I'm reading.
Really, you really want to know what I'm reading?
You're not just asking to be nice?
I think there was something with a bluish cover. Does that help?