I love reading. I love it a ton. I crammed in a bunch of thousand-page Russian novels before C was born because I figured I wouldn’t have much time for that sort of thing once she arrived. I saved up some popular page-turners for after her birth because I knew that I would still want to read, but that I wouldn’t have much time or brain power. So, since I had her, I’ve managed to read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and The Hunger Games trilogy. That’s it. In nine months. Sigh.
More than anything else, I’m really struggling to find the time to read. I can find a few minutes to pick the banjo, I can take C out to exercise with me, and I can do some evening baking, but lately, I just can’t seem to finish a book.
I think there are a few things going on here:
1) I like to read in long sessions. I should try to just get over this and get used to reading a page or two at a time, I guess. Changing is hard.
2) I need sleep. I know people who stay up late reading in bed and I just can’t do it. When I’m in bed I’m sleeping. End of story.
3) I don’t like to speed-read or skim. Case in point: I read the farming chapters in Anna Karenina. Thoroughly. I did not skim those suckers. Ask me about 19th century Russian farming practices.
4) When I’m reading and Pete is puttering or working, I feel lazy. And he is always puttering or working, so I end up puttering or working along with him.
I may have to just change my reading habits for a bit while C (and hypothetical second child) is little. I’m thinking that I should just set some small daily goals for reading.
Busy readers, do you have any tips on how to squeeze some literature into my day?