When does reading become a race? When does it become work?
Well, when you're a writer.
Recently, I have found myself not so excited about sitting down with a good book. It is not a statement on the quality of the read, but rather a statement on my approach.
I love reading. I dream in complete books. I fold myself into the stories I read and dive into the lives of characters. But, sometimes it just seems too fake. Sometimes I need to step back and see why I am really doing it, why I am really turning pages. Am I learning? Researching? Dreaming? Avoiding? Racing?
Sharing the books you love via Goodreads and Shelfari is wonderful. I have had some great discussions and discovered new books on these sites. But why am I really updating my reading habits? Is it for posterity? Is it for my own personal achievement?
It doesn't hurt to step back and look.
And then get back to reading.