Just wanted to comment on one thing very shortly:
Reading the Bible more and more… has been helping me to read other books. While I probably read pages and pages worth of information through my feeds (and hit the delete key on about 99% digg posts… that’s another entry waiting to happen), I still have many books just waiting to be read.
I’ve been meaning to read History of Western Philosophy by Bertrand Russell for some YEARS. I think I bought this book sometime in high school, and never got past page 10. I guess it’s just my unending quest to… better myself? Eh… just to be better read, I guess.
I still want to definitely focus on getting my Daily Bread in… daily, but it seems like being able to flip through physical pages of an actual book is still fun. I read SO much when I was little. From what I remember, my love of reading American literature started in 5th grade. Literature… Ha!
Choose Your Own Adventure
I think at one point, I read as many of these books I could find at the public library in Charlotte, North Carolina and La Crescenta, California. I’m pretty sure I got past #100.
There was a method I developed in reading these books. I don’t know how familiar you are with these books, but sometimes, if you took the wrong path, you’d find yourself dead or lost somewhere or eaten. To avoid this, I used every single finger I had available to mark wherever the story would fork.
I hated those ones where the story would fork into three different paths… which would create that many more finger slash bookmark objects to keep up with the book.
Goosebumps
I remember I was in the 40s when I stopped reading. R.L Stine is a machine for making so many of these books. If I went back to read them, I’d be laughing my butt off for wondering why I found these books to be so captivating.
I can’t believe I remember some of these titles.
Encyclopedia Brown
Suspense. Mystery. I always wanted my life to be filled with mystery and suspense… and have the answer available near the end of the story for easy consumption.
Anything by Beverly Cleary
I’m not sure why I was into these books. It’s so very out of character for me to enjoy such down to earth, American life books (remember, in my elementary school days, I was still very much lacking in the area of English… okay, who am I kidding, I still do…). That middle class lifestyle must have appealed to me, somewhat, amidst all these changes in the state of residence throughout my elementary school years.
There’s probably so many more of those “series” that I followed when I was little. I think when I started to play video games like… Warcraft and StarCraft… I started to lose interest in such simple things.
Nowadays, my desire for gaming has come to a grinding halt. I really do want a wii, but that desire gets replaced with knowing how much more time would be better spend reading and thinking.
Hmm… now if I could only get back into fiction…