- I've gone back to basics: For the past 8 years, I've done most, if not all, of my reading on some sort of screen. It's certainly convenient and cheaper, but it can be a bit of a slog (especially when I tackled all 784 pages of The Goldfinch on my iPhone), and all that screen time can take its toll on other areas of life. The exercise of writing down what I would read must have made me nostalgic, because my first three books have been hold-in-your-hand, words-on-a-page books. I find myself delighted by turning down a page corner and seeing how far into a book I am, smelling the paper and ink, hearing the pages turn. I'd forgotten how invigorating it is to involve all of my senses in reading a book.
- Reading has become more social: When I'm on my phone, no one around me knows if I'm scrolling through Facebook, playing a game, or reading something. When I pull out a book, it's an invitation to connect. Several times this summer, an impromptu book club has popped up on a subway platform or a park bench. Fans of what I'm reading will smile knowingly; detractors have told me to save my time and move on to another book. It's been lovely.
- I'm more focused: The exercise of writing down a reading list has brought out my usually reticent Type A side. My typical meandering style doesn't always lend itself to finishing what I start reading, but now I want to wake up on the first day of Autumn knowing I finished what I started, and ready to discover a new collection of books. I'm a woman on a mission, and I love that feeling!
How has your summer of reading been going? Are you happy with what you've been reading? Have there been any big misses? Let us know in the comments!