I have always multi-tasked when reading; in fact, I’ve been notorious in my family for decades for reading while walking up and down the stairs, a habit that used to drive my mother crazy. She also hated when I tried to read at the tale, and I have to confess that I do this too often now that I’m the adult in my house. However, I don’t always multi-task; last night I spent a few hours reading a book I’ve been completely entranced by (The Invisible Bridge by Julie Orringer, review coming soon) and there was no multi-tasking at all involved.
Why do I do it? I think that especially when I was a child or adolescent, I would disappear so completely into a book I was reading that I really had trouble breaking that spell to do such mundane things as eat or walk. There has been no greater magic in my life than books, and I have spent so much of my life a willing captive, completely immersed in other worlds, both real and fantastic. No thing has had a greater influence on me than reading.
This is my Booking Through Thursday entry.
- Weekly Meme: Multi-Tasking (Booking Through Thursday) (randomizeme.wordpress.com)