Thanks to a cute feature of
Goodreads.com I found out that I’d read 53 books during this past year. Incredible! I had no idea I would ever,
ever come close to reading that many books in a year. Very nice for them to point it out
to me, since reading is so vitally important for an author.
Being in 2 Davenport Library book
clubs was a great help that got me almost half way there. The rest came from picking
books off the library shelves, buying from local writers, and receiving a few loans
and gifts.
Of course the total doesn’t
count the short stories from Shorts & Sweets, another Davenport Library
group. It also doesn’t include reading other writer’s manuscripts. (I did that
twice.)
I tried to do all this
reading as thoughtfully as I could. I made a point to notice POV and verb tense
first. Then I paid attention to how the dialog was presented. I made myself
notice any unfamiliar grammar and punctuation usage. Voice and descriptions,
too. All in an effort to make up for not paying attention to those things when
I was in school.
I’m playing catch up here,
but I’ve met people who can read a book a day. I’ve only had a couple of times
when I had reading jags that might have come close to that level of total
immersion.
As I recall, I had my first
spell of binge reading as a kid, age 10 or so. I had been given a stack of old
magazines and Reader’s Digests by a neighbor. He was probably clearing out his
garage, but I reveled in the magic of having more reading material than at any
other time of my young little life.
I had another spell of binge
reading during one summer when I was a teenager without enough to do. I read
all the James Bond novels in our small town library. (Quite the racy thing for
me at the time.)
Somewhere in that time
period, I discovered science fiction by way of H. G. Wells and Jules Verne. I
stayed with that for awhile.
Fortunately, I was a high
school senior by the time I came across In
Cold Blood by Truman Capote. The most disturbing thing I’d read so far.
Sadly, somewhere after college
I fell out of the habit of reading books for pleasure. I would read to learn
skills for jewelry making or whatever craft I was interested in at the
moment—that was about it for a long time.
Then I decided I wanted to
write my novel.
So—I had to pick up those old
skills again, give them a good polish, and learn some new ones.
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