There is a ridiculous wealth of information out there these days. No shock there. I have all this media at my disposal — the whole world wide web, books, magazines, newspapers, academic articles. I’m at the library almost every day and I see all these books I’d love to read. Every evening, through Google Reader, Tumblr and Facebook, I click on links leading me to blog posts and articles, some of which sit in open tabs on my browser for a few days until I get to them.
Right now, I have sixteen books and magazines checked out on my library card. That’s not too bad, considering at one point many months ago, I had around thirty (likely more) items checked out, most of it reading material. So sixteen isn’t a lot in comparison, but it’s too much for me. I have books that I check out over and over again, simply because I want to read them but don’t get around to doing so before they’re due. I have a another library card that affords me access to the university libraries, but I haven’t taken anything out in a while, because oh hey, I have this huge stack of books from the public library I really should mostly get through before I add to the pile.
I want to read the books. I really do. But at the end of a long day with a three-year-old, it’s hard for me to want to do very much, and at that point, the relative brevity of blog posts makes them much more appealing than a book. I didn’t really use to read short stories, but sometime in the past two years, I started to, simply because they were much easier to read during an oft-interrupted period of time than a novel or academic book. For this purpose, magazine articles work extremely well too (my weekly vice is the New York Times magazine; other reads include The Walrus, Adbusters, The Atlantic and Toronto Life). How I miss the summer, when Raspberry would play at the splash pad while I curled up under a tree with a book. I think this summer was when I got the most amount of reading I’ve done in a while. Oh, what bliss.
Lucas had the same problem as me for a bit there — having way more books on his library card than he could get to. He swiftly solved his problem by taking most of them back, save for one. I sort of did that too, except that I hung onto more books than he did. In line with trying to simplify and declutter, I’m trying to actively work through my books, so they stop being dust-collectors on the shelf and doorstops on the floor. The ginormous photo-books shall be the first, because they’re the most aesthetically pleasing and the statements will be a quicker read than an actual book. Perhaps in doing so, I can get back into doing more than mere magazine reading and motivate myself to get through the pile, so I stop checking and re-checking the same books out of the library all the time.Advertisements