Nina Sankovitch has me hooked on reading, but I’ve always had a book in my bag, so what’s the difference? As a start, I usually have three books going and consequently read a couple of pages of this, a chapter of that, and end up deciding I don’t need to finish any of them, particularly the non-fiction— I’ve got the gist, and that’s good enough.
Those of you who know me, are probably aware that I am pretty active. If ADHD were around when I was growing up, I would have been tagged. My Uncle Don would offer me twenty-five cents if I could sit on his lap for fifteen minutes and I never earned the coin. So, I’m in awe of anyone who can sit all afternoon, and evening for that matter, reading a book, which is what Sankovitch did during her book-a-day year. She read fiction and non fiction, one at a time, and that’s what I’m working on now, the one at a time part. And oh, not a book a day, but maybe one every three days.
Sankovitch accomplished this with no built in solitude. The givens in her household were four school aged boys and a husband. If I weren’t so hyper, I should be able to read two books a day, but first I need to learn to be lethargic. I’ll let you know how I do.