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Being unemployed has allowed me to indulge in the pastime of reading, a joy that working full time and being a mother had caused be to forgo in recent years.
There is something decadent about falling into a novel and letting the laundry and the dishes pile up because I have to read one – just one – more chapter before I get started on something productive. But the chapters of a good novel are like potato chips or M&Ms: you can't stop at just one. After that one, you have to read another, and then another, until your eyes are so bleary that you are forced to stop because you just can't go any further. Before you know it, a whole day is wasted. If the book is long, several days in a row get wasted. Reading is a wonderful way to get nothing done and still feel a great sense of accomplishment when you are done.
They say that addictions run in families, and this is true. I got my addiction for words from my mother. She managed to live as a functioning book addict by limiting herself to trashy romance novels, which fed her craving but left her sober enough to be an effective wife and mother.
( The facts of life through a veil of euphemisms )
There is something decadent about falling into a novel and letting the laundry and the dishes pile up because I have to read one – just one – more chapter before I get started on something productive. But the chapters of a good novel are like potato chips or M&Ms: you can't stop at just one. After that one, you have to read another, and then another, until your eyes are so bleary that you are forced to stop because you just can't go any further. Before you know it, a whole day is wasted. If the book is long, several days in a row get wasted. Reading is a wonderful way to get nothing done and still feel a great sense of accomplishment when you are done.
They say that addictions run in families, and this is true. I got my addiction for words from my mother. She managed to live as a functioning book addict by limiting herself to trashy romance novels, which fed her craving but left her sober enough to be an effective wife and mother.
( The facts of life through a veil of euphemisms )
