an interruption

I’m reading like mad. 81 books since January 1. So much for writing like mad; there’s just no time when you’re devouring so many books and magazines and journals and blogs. Reading just makes me want to read more, which then makes me want to live more and travel more, especially when I read books like The Gastronomical Me or when my parents gush about their recent trip to France and Spain. They keep making statements like, “Europe is amazing!” and “You would really fit in in Paris, Hannah” as if a) those aren’t statements that Captain Obvious would say and b) I can do anything about that currently. I have such an itch to travel, and I have no money or time to do it. So I’m already on the search for jobs that will take me abroad for short spurts, research projects that require travel, and New England and Canadian spots that are only a train away once I move to Boston. I’m thinking Quebec may be my next international destination, and I’m okay with that, as long as Ireland, France, or Cuba come soon after that. In that vein, I also created a travel page to the right.

I’m also updating this blog like mad. You’ll see a new page with all my published book reviews linked. This was an interesting project, because I realized how many of them I don’t have any recollection of at all. I’m glad I keep better track of my reading now, both in a statistical way with GoodReads, and in a more intellectual way with more annotating, journaling, and blogging. I actually don’t have a problem with reading and not remembering what you’ve read (not all the time, at least), but if that’s all you ever do, that’s a problem. So that page is new, I’ve added a gazillion blog and website links, and I actually found links to some of the work I’ve published in the past.

Speaking of publishing, you’ll also see on that page a link to the Swirl blog, where my biracial literature post was re-published. And I just got a poetry acceptance for an online literary journal. I’m going to take more frequent stabs at publication now, because I now remember what a high it is.

Finally, I’m reading the best book ever, and it’s weird, because it’s actually a textbook. But not like a biology one. The Pleasures of Children’s Literature, at least thus far, is an amazing resource on literature study of any kind, of literature teaching of any kind, and it’s really inspiring a lot of exploration and thinking. So I have a post in the works with my ideas coming out of the first few chapters of that.

Hooray for the dog days of summer, when things begin to have meaning again! Being mostly unemployed might be the best thing ever to happen to me.

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6 thoughts on “an interruption

    • I’m not sure if you’re serious or not, but I was a speed reader as a kid and then forgot everything. The only reason I read so much (and still rather quickly) now is that I find the time, and that I started out by reading slowly. Slow, thoughtful reading leads to quicker, thoughtful reading. To a point, at least.

      • What? Why would I not be serious? I’m bookish. Well excuse me for visiting YOUR blog and asking a genuine question. Won’t happen again. I asked because of the number of books you read and I was inquiring about the info online a few days back. But nevermind.

  1. I’m sorry you were offended. I just meant that it’s hard to find tone on the Internet. My reply was serious; I wasn’t making fun. I just don’t speed read as a practice, and I’m not sure what that would entail. I read quickly because I’ve trained myself to do so.

  2. I see you just visited my blog so I’m revisiting this chat. Yeah it is hard to find tone with the written language. But yeah I read a lot and I’m trying to read fast while still maintaining comprehension

    • I really think the best thing is just to force yourself to read. A lot. As a kid, I was a speed reader, but I did so by skipping huge chunks. I disliked books written more than 20 years previously because I found the language less facile, and I didn’t like spending a lot of time on them. Reading Chaucer and Shakespeare and finding that I liked reading old stuff forced me to slow down, and then giving myself pleasure reading like Bronte and Wilde trained me to become a better reader. So now I make sure to read a significant amount of pages each day, and I can say that after all that practice, I read fairly quickly without losing much comprehension. But I’m not sure that there is an easier method than that. And I have to say, I’m quite disappointed in myself for not transferring that work ethic to my piano practice.

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