I’m at a bit of a loss here.
Despite the thousands of books we read during their childhood…even after watching me pull a book from my bag for years…in spite of the fact that my whole world is made of words…I’ve got a kid who doesn’t like to read.
It’s like an alternate universe where up is down and chocolate tastes like broccoli.
Before you hit the comment box let me reassure you that I wasn’t expecting a carbon copy in my kids. I mean, T-man is fascinated by historical events like World War II and the Titanic, and it takes an ultimatum to get me focused in that subject so clearly we’re very different people.
I guess it’s just that spending time lost in a wonderful novel is cathartic…magical…almost healing even. I don’t get how holding a book you can’t put down doesn’t produce those endorphins, and who doesn’t want to feel good? Moving on, though.
My obsession with novels has been a lifetime fixation. I read novels endlessly as a kid; that love for books was something my mom and I had in common, and I carried it on with me when I went out into the world. There have been very few times in my life when I haven’t been able to whip out my latest novel – standing in line at the grocery checkout, in the doctor’s waiting room, killing time before a meeting starts – all times when a great book nearly makes time irrelevant.
The most memorable experience of time killing via books would have been while waiting in line to check in at the clinic. I’m not a huge fan of the chit chat (shocker, I know) so I had my nose down, tucked away in my pages as I waited to be called and studiously avoiding eye contact with anyone close to me. This is why I was so startled to hear an elderly gentlemen address me with a friendly, “So! Is that one of those popular naughty books?” Oh sweet heaven above…yes, I was reading one of the Fifty Shades of Grey books and yes, a man older than my father was broaching the topic.
These days my attention is equally torn between adult novels (no, not that kind) and teen literature. I keep coming across these fabulous youth novels (a volunteering hazard when it comes to the book fair) that I cannot wait for the kids to love, and yet…I’ve swung and missed a few times now. I’m not sure how a book that sucks me in by the end of page one doesn’t even convince them to crack the spine, but oh well.
It must not worry me too much since I’m on book five of the Percy Jackson series. I just keep pulling out my novels, burying my nose in terrific books, and telling the kids how unbelievably awesome they are.
Linda’s weekly Stream of Consciousness prompt is open to one and all. Click the link to check out its rules and participating blogs. This week’s prompt was “novel.”