
My summer reading list began with about 20 books. I can count the books I read this summer with one hand. It’s not like I’ve lost interest in reading, I love talking about books and authors, but for some reason I have become an extremely slow reader. My biggest problems are that I have too many things to read around me and I’m unable to finish any book I start.
This whole summer my bed and my nighttable (box) have been surrounded by a pile of books. There is books in every direction of my room. All of which have been left unread this summer. How did this happen? It’s not like I avoided reading this summer. If I think back, I remember myself always reading at least a little every day. The only time I can’t is while I was working in the factory, but I worked there for less than two months. How is it that in four months of summer I managed to read only three or four full books?
I bought a ton of books this summer, so why is it that I didn’t even bother reading them? I guess I’ve been under the impression that owning books is the same as having read them. But I remember myself taking to heart that you don’t really own a book until you finish reading it.