Full of words
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katiefooleryI 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.
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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on 2006-04-06 03:51 pm (UTC)Other fun books:
The Bartimaeus Trilogy, which begins with The Amulet of Samarkand.
The Children of the Lamp series, beginning with The Akhenaten (sp?) Adventure. This is a kids' series, but still a lot of fun.
The Edge Chronicles, starting with Beyond the Deepwoods. This series has an amazingly developed world, endearing characters, great illustrations, and is an incredibly quick read. Perfect for a writing break.
Hee hee...this is so fun. I am also impressed with your sleuthing prowess--I have yet to solve a Cadfael mystery on my own. However, my SCA persona is very loosely based on the Welsh chieftain's daughter in the first Cadfael mystery, A Morbid Taste for Bones.
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on 2006-04-07 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-07 07:56 pm (UTC)