It’s funny how we shift the goal posts. Before starting this blog I was quite content with my average reading pace of about 2 books a year (300 readings of The Gruffalo doesn’t count). But now I’m disappointed that I’m only managing a couple a month – which like a million percent increase on before. So why am I not a million percent happier?
Well for starters, in discovering the magical world of blogging about books and reading and what not, I also discovered the to-be-read list (TBR to those in the know). Previously, I had maybe one or two people giving me book recommendations, but now I read reviews everywhere. That book sounds good, that one sounds amazing, that book that sounds fantastic is number 5 in a series of how many?? Oh no, when am I going to have time to read all of these.
Life was easy before. Every couple of years I would check to see if Bill Bryson had a new book out. If he didn’t, no worries. If he did, fantastic, there’s one of my two books for the year sorted. [By the way, if you haven’t experienced a Bill Bryson you are missing out].
But now I’ve been exposed to the world of wider reading, including (shock, horror) science fiction and fantasy. I have a book on my nightstand and two on-the-go on my e-reader. What is happening to me? I’ve even sought out one of these books by my own choosing [it’s a New Zealand based sci-fi/crime thriller, which a small part of me thought would be crap because New Zealand has a habit of doing this sort of stuff very badly, but I was wrong, really, really wrong. As in, I stayed up way too late last night reading and really regret it but I’m only 42% of the way through and I NEED TO KNOW what happens next].
But it’s not even just books. Twitter and Instagram and WordPress have been a glow with updates about Stranger Things. So I thought I should watch an episode, you know, just to stay up to date. Oops, accidentally watched all of Season 1 in a week. Darn you, social media!