When I started this blog, I was using the book challenge to guide my choices. My intention was to read a book that fulfilled every challenge over the course of 52 weeks. Then life came along. So, I’ve missed a few months. But that’s okay. I’m not going to beat myself up over it.
What I was more concerned with was the feeling of dread that came creeping in when it came time to pick a book. As I whittled away the categories, clearing out the ones that excited me, I was left with the ones I was less enthusiastic about. It reminded me of my college days as an English major. I had an unrelenting professor who insisted we read an assigned book a week and write a page about it. By the end of the semester, which coincided with the end of my college career, I was so burned out on reading, I didn’t read another book for years.
Through no fault of the challenge, I began to feel that reading was a chore rather than a joy. Part of the problem is that I’m a path-of-least-resistance type, so as the challenges get less fun my instinct is to seek the easy way out. The book over 600 pages, a book that challenges my viewpoint, a book that makes me cry… these are all categories I’m dreading, but will conquer, nonetheless.
Another problem is that I get fanatical about things. When that happens, all I want to do is think about those things. My daughter and I recently watched a doc called She Makes Comics, that offers a history of women’s oft-ignored contributions to the world of comic books. I’ve been sorta preoccupied with reading comics by women, even when they didn’t fit in to any of the categories.
So what I’m saying is, I’ll be updating soon, but not just books that fit the 52 week challenge. It’ll probably be a little comic heavy for a few weeks.