i love to read, and i used to read SO MUCH when i was a kid. my mom, my sister, and i would go to the library every single week and come home with a stack of books each. we'd take them back the next week and repeat the cycle, all summer long. i started reading (or at least recognizing letters and words) at a super-young age, and my mom loves to tell the story about how i would read people magazine to my sister in her playpen (i was 3 years old). reading, it is in my DNA.
but wow, i started grad school and all of my leisure reading ground to a halt. i started to feel like if i had time to read, i'd better be reading my books and articles for school, and that feeling never ever went away. boo. the unfortunate thing is that i still want books. i see books all the time that i want, and i put them on my amazon wishlist, and my family buys them for me at christmas or my birthday, and so i have an entire bookshelf of books i haven't read yet. it's lame and kind of depressing.
similarly, i get really really behind on my magazines, so much so that i've cut down all the way to one: VegNews. it is only published every other month, and guess how many issues i have waiting on the coffee table? five. i tend to only "let" myself read them when i'm on a plane, and i haven't travelled much lately at all.
i've tried to be a little better about it; i mean now i'm a bona fide grownup and i even have tenure (AND i'm on sabbatical!), so it seems like i could cut myself a little slack and read, right? i have a massive stack of AR-related reading, and also some popular press relationships stuff (because i'm both curious and i like to integrate it when i teach), and i'm making pitiful progress overall. the most i've done is read all of the harry potter books and all of the twilight books, and i think i only plowed through those because: (a) they're such easy and fun reads, and (b) i have the weird pressure of being "caught up" with everyone else. every other book i crack open typically takes me months to finish. i'm so embarrassed.
the reason i bring all of this up is because my sweet sister gave me two more books for christmas this evening, and i wondered silently what year i'd actually end up reading them. i have the best of intentions, really! one of them i want to read quickly and then pass to a friend (because i think she'd probably get even more out of it than i would, actually), and the other one i'm dying to read because it covers a debate that i'm not sure where exactly i sit yet… but i can't decide if these books should go to the back of the line and wait for the other books who have more seniority. heh.