Now listening to: Stereolab, Lo Boob Oscillator
One of my goals for the month was to spend some more time reading. When I met up with a friend for coffee/beer/wine/dinner on Tuesday night and we discussed being "really good at starting but not good at finishing," I realized that I was failing miserably at this particular goal. I've started five or six books in the past couple of months, and as if I didn't already have enough proof of my rampant attention deficit, this is glaring: I haven't finished any of them. WHAT? I am a reader. I was that girl whose nose was always buried in a book; who would finish stories faster than classmates; who went on vacation to the beach when she was 15 and brought along Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.
So after I came clean to my friend, I decided to really put some effort into reading more. I grabbed a book my the way out of the house this morning and spent my lunch break in my office with my legs up on the windowsill, reading to my little heart's content.
I'm reading The Great Typo Hunt, which my dad gave me. I'll write more about the actual book eventually. I got off to a bit of a slow start because I'm so horribly out of practice, but after I got used to the writer's style I flew through. I'm on page 51 and enjoying it immensely.
That said, I am going to have to keep a notepad next to me as I read because there are so many words in this book that I do not know. I don't like to stop reading to look words up because most of the time I can guess at the meaning in context, and I don't want to step outside of the story unless I have to. I've been keeping a notepad near and scribble down the word and the page number so that I can look it up later and come back. I have 25 words and phrases written down (yep, for 51 pages), and I am going to look up every single one of them.
I feel smarter already.