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Aug. 23rd, 2014
Reading Life
Aug. 23rd, 2014 10:30 amI am going to begin the novel “One Kick” by Chelsea Cain. It is another story about child sex, this one dealing with child pornographers. I hit on this theme too often, with my “Lolita” and my “Tampa” and more and others. Maybe I should at least be silent about it, keep it to myself, but it does seem to be a lurid fascination of mine, and I do not really want to worry about what others might think.
This is a good opportunity to bring out the changes in my reading life. This is the kind of book that used to be reserved for my bedtime reading. Yet, I am breaking it out on a Saturday morning and intend to read it straight through. Why the change? It is not because I have decided to make a full and steady diet of pulp fiction. Rather, I came to appreciate that my energy in the late evenings is at such a low ebb that I can no longer enjoy even escapist fiction at that time. So, I have shifted it into my daily reading among my other books.
I now use my old blogs for my evening reading, using the Kindle for its convenience. I can read an entry or two now and again, perhaps between the evening chores, and maybe another few journal entries before going to bed. It is brief and easy reading. Since it is familiar stuff, I don’t have to think hard about it, and since it is personal and nostalgic, I get to enjoy a real emotional charge for my little effort. It seems ideal for my evening reading now.
This is a good opportunity to bring out the changes in my reading life. This is the kind of book that used to be reserved for my bedtime reading. Yet, I am breaking it out on a Saturday morning and intend to read it straight through. Why the change? It is not because I have decided to make a full and steady diet of pulp fiction. Rather, I came to appreciate that my energy in the late evenings is at such a low ebb that I can no longer enjoy even escapist fiction at that time. So, I have shifted it into my daily reading among my other books.
I now use my old blogs for my evening reading, using the Kindle for its convenience. I can read an entry or two now and again, perhaps between the evening chores, and maybe another few journal entries before going to bed. It is brief and easy reading. Since it is familiar stuff, I don’t have to think hard about it, and since it is personal and nostalgic, I get to enjoy a real emotional charge for my little effort. It seems ideal for my evening reading now.