All I wanted to do was read as many books as possible and as of today, I’m on my 6th since Friday. I feel pretty strong about my chances of hitting my 100 books in 2017 goal. And I’m pleased that there’s been so much variety so far.
I’ll write another post about what I’ve been reading specifically down the road, but for this post, it’s just about the ad of reading. Specifically reading with nothing else to do.
When I was a kid, nothing made me happier than opening a book in the morning and finishing it before I went to sleep. Especially if it’s a really fun and immersive book.
I stayed up late last night reading Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. It completely captured the magic inside to feel decadently crushing through a non-school book. The subject matter helped too since it’s so 1980s heavy and ludicrously intertextual. It brought up a lot of fond memories of time I spent alone.
If I won the lottery or sold a screenplay for big bucks, I’d do this shit every day.