I don't read nearly as much as I should. Well when I say that I actually mean long form reading. I read all day long of course and my evenings are spent reading mainly short form journalism online. I have not had an aerial plugged in to my television for over 5 years now, so my evenings are filled with other things which serve to inform me and distract my mind after what is often a work day I'd rather see the back of.
When a good book grabs me I do read extendedly and I revel in it. It's just that they don't come along all that often. I collect far more books than I read and I adore having books around me, but finding the time and inclination for hours of reading is hard. I tend to dip in and out. The last book I really got in to and adored was H is for Hawk and my author crush on Helen Macdonald is still strong. I read the book over a week and spent every evening consuming the chapters hungrily. Slaughterhouse 5 was another that gripped me. When will the next one of those come along I wonder?
Today I ended up conversing with an old friend about their writing and the offer of a book contract they had received. This reminded me of a half formed essay I need to return to. Good readers make good writers. It's time for me to start reading a good book again.