I haven’t touched a book for pleasure reading in a long time! Life got in the way is a valid excuse, isn’t it?
We were never insisted on reading for pleasure during the school days (which were 16 years ago!).
Even English subjects involved compulsory reading such as Charles Dickens but we always knew the “The almighty Examiner’s mindset” to be able to predict which element of the story will be examined to get it out of the way.
Now, I am left with a poor habit of being unable to read a book for pleasure. I don’t seem to have a way to make reading pleasurable. It’s always a chore and never seemed otherwise.
I have enjoyed couple of books in the past after having purchased a Kindle and the novelty wore off very quickly. I envy people who can read, immerse into a story and forget reality.
For example, I cannot relate to this quote,
“Like all compulsive habits, reading addiction stems from the need to escape and control. I need a book in my face like others need a fag in their fingers: it acts as a barrier between me and the world, and heightens, comforts or calms my emotions depending on my need.”
theguardian.com/books/books...
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