|A reader in her natural habitat.|
While I've been able to read more, ebooks have changed my reading habits in ways that I'm not altogether sure are positive. I've hard to start taking notes on what I read for the first time since graduate school. This might be a good thing in that I'm not just slapping a review together when I finish a book. On the other hand, I'm taking frakking notes, people. I'm not able to remember plots as well as I used to. (No Alzheimer's jokes, please.) I can remember reading books. I can remember what I liked and disliked, for the most part. But when I talk books with people now, I have to refer back to the blog a lot more to remember why I liked and disliked it in the first place because I've probably read a couple dozen books since then.
Am I going to slow down? Hells, no! I'm not sure I could slow down. The subjective experience of reading for me is still as immersive and rich as always. Nothing else compares to it. I think my reviews have gotten better. I just worry that I might end up like my bookworm of a niece who reads so fast that she can't remember what she just read. Hence, notes.
I worried when I started taking notes that it would take away some of the pleasure of reading. So far, it hasn't. I think it's been keeping me reading deeply rather than just speeding through to see what happens next. Because I'm taking notes, I feel like I need to think up something worth the effort of breaking my reading stride and committing it to paper. So, I question what I'm reading, the authors' motives, the symbolism of the text, and on and on. I think it made me enjoy Sean Ferrell's The Man in the Empty Suit more than I might have if I hadn't been so determined to find and understand the subtext.
I wonder what my next book year is going to be like. I might pass from reading a stupidly large number of books to a truly terrifying number of books. Maybe I'll just tell people how many feet of book I read instead of giving them the number.