Reading some books (like the one I am presently reading!) feels like reading for school. That is to say, unpleasant and constantly analyzing every word for its significance. Not all books are like that, but some books. More serious books, books that are trying to say something, books I feel are meant to improve me in some way.
I find I am allergic to such improvement. It gives me a creepy feeling in my stomach. I associate it with writing papers and giving speeches in front of the whole class (Powerpoint presentations weren’t allowed!)
I am resistant to reading books like that. I don’t like being forced to read, never did, never will. (We vote on the book club books!) It takes away all the story’s joy for me. Does anyone else have moments like that?
Right now, I should probably be reading the book club instead of writing this blog. I don’t want to. Thinking about all that, I realize now if I’d read nothing but the books my lit teachers required us to read, I wouldn’t really enjoy reading that much. A lot of people have only read the required reading for school and maybe that’s why so many people don’t actually enjoy reading. It’s not fun.
There is just something about teaching books that make reading a chore. Homework, instead of something you do for fun.
- Reading Rhapsody – Soulcialite’s Read (originalnajeema.wordpress.com)