I read a book

In it’s entirety. From start to finish. And within just a few days.

That may not seem remarkable to most of you, but for me, it is. I can’t remember the last time I picked up a book, started reading it, and actually finished it. I’ve started reading plenty of books over the last many years. I get a few chapters in at most and just never get back to it. But this book held my interest.

Clearly, I’ve been choosing the wrong books to try and get myself back into reading. I’ve tried mysteries, dramas, childhood favorites, sci-fi/fantasy, and while the books are good, stories I enjoy, I still couldn’t keep focused enough to actually finish one. Not even a quick reread of a favorite Trixie Belden could hold me.

The book?

Ten Patterns That Explain the Universe by Brian Clegg

So maybe I’ll try another non-fiction book. Maybe a more detailed physics book, or a book on an animal I like, or maybe I’ll try that book I picked up in Plain Talk Books & Coffee in Des Moines, Feels Like Far.

I have a few choices, and I don’t know that I’ll finish any of them, but I’m going to try.

Happy reading, all!

Now, do I categorize this as Writing (since reading is a part of writing)? Exploring (as in exploring via reading)? or Just Life?