I am a reader. Have been since I was six. Sometimes I read for pleasure. Sometimes I read to procrastinate. Sometimes I read to avoid the mundane. Sometimes I read to escape the ugly. Recently I’ve been doing perhaps a little too much reading. I walk into a book and I don’t want to walk out until the story is done. That means that a whole lot of other things are left undone. In an attempt to get myself back on track I decided to revisit a couple books from the past. Surely in a second reading I wouldn’t get quite so engrossed.
Wrong. Just finished John Steinbeck’s East of Eden and just like the first time, couldn’t put it down. Years ago when I read, I would write in my reading journal words and phrases that spoke to me on another level. My eyes are not as good as they used to be so I download my books and enlarge the print. Instead of writing, I now highlight and as I did, I remembered. Curious, I dug out my old journals.
Old habits …
East of Eden