Do you take breaks while reading a book? Or read it straight through? (And, by breaks, I don’t mean sleeping, eating and going to work; I mean putting it aside for a time while you read something else.)
I am, what I have begun to refer to myself as, a one-sitting reader. I barely take bathroom, snack, or sleep breaks. I can remember my mom making me go outside when I was younger and sneaking my book out with me to sit in a hammock and read. Don’t get me wrong – she encouraged my reading and is a book lover herself, but there were times when my reading was ridiculous.
These days there is not always someone to stop me, and that can be an awful awful thing. When I read The Help, I began it at 8 p.m., intending to read about 50 pages. I finished it that night. Right now, I am reading Carson McCullers’ The Heart is a Lonely Hunter. It’s quiet and lovely, and I am enjoying it. However, outside influences are enough at the moment to keep me from devouring it. So, it depends on the book. It depends on exterior obligations. It depends on my mood.
That said, living alone is an amazing amazing phenomenon. There are times when dishes should be washed or laundry should be loaded, but if I am really into a book, there is no one to make me feel guilty for not taking care of those domestic tasks immediately. And I loooooove it.