Just last night
a friend of mine
told me about this recent survey
. The survey
revealed that only a small percentage of Americans
are reading books
for pleasure (they did not count the people
who only read the newspaper to catch up on current events
or to check their stock prices
And they were mostly housewives
This made me ask myself that very same question
: When was the last time I picked up a book?
The answer made me feel stupid, ugly, and naked. I likened myself to an illiterate
person for a moment, since I can't remember the last book I read.
What could have possibly happened to me? Why am I not running to the library on the weekends?
I used to get in so much trouble
with my parents, when I was a little girl, since I would sneak a flashlight
under the covers just to read books at night, instead of sleeping.
Where has that childlike curiosity and thirst for knowledge gone?
I have no acceptable answer
for you at this time.
Realistically speaking, I have enough time during the week to down at least one book's worth of information
, but here I am, not reading. Not logging on to amazon.com
to buy Java in a Nutshell
by O'Reilly Publishers. Not going to Barnes and Noble
downtown to purchase a Kurt Vonnegut
book that I haven't yet read. Not going to the library
to check out Franny and Zooey
by J.D. Salinger
so that I can read it for a second time.
To me, reading is like excercise
. The more you get done, the better you feel about yourself and the healthier you become. So I think should start up again, soon.