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Look! I'm reading a book!
It's been two months since I finished the last book I read for fun (Tapping the Dream Tree by Charles de Lint - lovely book, incidentally). Today I was standing in the bank, cashing a check, and looked down and saw the little stack of business cards. I used to snag business cards all the time, for bookmarks, and it occurred to me that this hadn't been necessary in the last year and a half since I've read very few books, and it made me feel sad as I always do, because I like books rather a lot, and it's depressing to realize I don't read them anymore.
Except that as I was standing there, in the bank, I actually had a freshly-checked-out library book in my bag. So it could all change, right then. So I grabbed the business card, didn't drop it in my bag or put it in my pocket but held it between my fingers, so the corners would stay perfectly sharp. All through going down to the sandwich place and ordering my lunch and grabbing a table, I held the business card in my left hand, until I got my lunch and could start reading at my little table by the window.
So: I am now reading Alisdare Hickson's The Poisoned Bowl: Sex, Repression and the Public School System. It's about homosexuality and homophobia in English boarding schools, primarily in the twentieth century but drawing historical contrasts to earlier periods.
Do I know how to have fun, or what?
It's been two months since I finished the last book I read for fun (Tapping the Dream Tree by Charles de Lint - lovely book, incidentally). Today I was standing in the bank, cashing a check, and looked down and saw the little stack of business cards. I used to snag business cards all the time, for bookmarks, and it occurred to me that this hadn't been necessary in the last year and a half since I've read very few books, and it made me feel sad as I always do, because I like books rather a lot, and it's depressing to realize I don't read them anymore.
Except that as I was standing there, in the bank, I actually had a freshly-checked-out library book in my bag. So it could all change, right then. So I grabbed the business card, didn't drop it in my bag or put it in my pocket but held it between my fingers, so the corners would stay perfectly sharp. All through going down to the sandwich place and ordering my lunch and grabbing a table, I held the business card in my left hand, until I got my lunch and could start reading at my little table by the window.
So: I am now reading Alisdare Hickson's The Poisoned Bowl: Sex, Repression and the Public School System. It's about homosexuality and homophobia in English boarding schools, primarily in the twentieth century but drawing historical contrasts to earlier periods.
Do I know how to have fun, or what?