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I have been reading in the manner which is often referred to as “voraciously” or, alternatively, “as though it’s going out of fashion”. In fact, it struck me the other day that I haven’t been this obsessed with reading since I was about fourteen or fifteen. The internet didn’t really exist then, so the family computer was purely for, well, fighting over with my brother and my dad. Three of us on the one computer, all needing it for various reasons of importance. How did we cope?

So, as I was saying: when I couldn’t get my skinny but rather strong fingers on the keyboard of said computer, then all that was left to me was reading. Or homework. But who’d do homework when there’s a good book to be had?

I had a reputation as a Reader since primary school. The librarian there fully expected me to read about three books overnight and would have passed out in shock if I’d only read two. And when I moved on to secondary school, I had to factor in a bus-trip that took one hour one way and half an hour back... plenty of time for reading there. And that’s what I did. I read. Voraciously.

That’s not to say that I stopped once I left secondary school – not at all. But I no longer grabbed every spare minute for reading and I often had to spend my time on public transport reading books or notes for uni, which isn’t really recreational unless you’re a masochist. In the last few years, most of my reading has been reserved for work and for travelling home from work. Hardly any of it has been done at home.

But for the last few weeks, all that has changed. Nothing pleases me more than to curl up in my reading chair (after having brushed copious amounts of Pickle-fur off first, of course) and to dive into my latest book. I’ve even put aside the internet in favour of a book, which is quite a development, really.

And a most miraculous thing has happened. I find I am stuffed full of words. I have soaked up the words of these books and kept pouring them in until I was full up. For the first time in a very long while, I have felt a genuine, physical need to write, to get the words out of me and into a story. It seems that my previous level of reading was only just keeping my word-level at minimal: this sudden influx of thousands and thousands of words has well and truly brought my word-level right up to full. To overflowing, in fact.

Everyone says reading is good for writers. You can’t be a writer if you’re not a reader in the first place. But it turns out that there’s no such thing as moderation in reading. You shouldn’t cut back on books... for any reason. It’s far too dangerous. You cannot have too much of a good thing when it comes to books. In fact, it’s quite possible to have too little. I don’t think it’s fatal, but it can certainly make your writing quite anaemic.

So, I shall keep up this level of reading, if I possibly can. I shall balance internet, reading and writing to the best of my ability. And I shall ask for recommendations, because I’ve reached the bottom of my reading pile. Once I finish The Eyre Affair, I’ll be needing some books to fill the void. So, please tell me: what’s your favourite book and why should I read it? I need to know, lest my word-level falls too far to be recovered.

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When I was little, I was a voracious reader. The max number of books you were allowed to check out of the school library was 2, but they'd let me check out ten or twelve and I'd have them back to the teachers by the end of the week, usually sooner.

I spent every minute reading. I would read during class (after all, I had taught myself to add three years ago, why should I have to pay attention to something I already know?). I would read during dinner (never been a big talker). I would read while I was watching TV, while I was in the shower, while I was in the car.

And then I stopped.

I started going to an accelerated school, where I had to pay attention in class, since the stuff was too advanced for me to learn on my own. At home, we had a cable internet connection installed, so I would spend hours on the computer. I suppose you could call LJ reading, and I certainly read articles on various websites, but it's no the same as a good fiction book. After all, isn't it said that newspapers are geared toward 7th graders? And I'm not even going to dignify the level of intelligence evident in most LJs with a grade level.

In any case, now I'm in college for real. A friend bought me a book she thought I'd like for my birthday last December. I found a couple comic books I used to love had been released in graphic novel form. I'mstarting to get weary of the internet.

And now I'm reading again. I'm reading during class; I'm skipping classes to read. I'm reading while I watch movies, while I surf the net, while I ride the T to go to meetings. I have an addictive personality, so it's not surprising that I've become re-addicted to books, but I guess what I'm trying to say is yes. Yes, there is no such thing as moderation in reading. Yes, I am beginning to become full of words again. Yes yes yes!

I don't know how into YA fantasy you are, but I've always loved the The Dark is Rising Sequence by Susan Cooper. I'm 19 now and I still pull them out on occaison to read. I'd suggest starting with The Dark is Rising; even though it isn't the first book, it's always been my favorite.

Adult-wise, I'm reading Prodigy by Michael Stewart right now. I think it's out of print, but I love it. It's about a genetically engineered little girl who posses two of the genes that lead to intelligence. It's a fascinating medical thriller; a better written version of Robin Cook. If you were a "smart kid" growing up, there's certain things that you'll identify with so strongly you'll want to weep a little.

Or maybe not. That could just be the new meds talking. ;-)

Yay for reading!

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