Do you ever feel like you have been mysteriously entered into a race when you pick up a book? Where the object is to read the book as fast as possible and then move on to the next without stopping to...savour the moment? I realized this week that I may have bought into this concept without realizing it.
I think it harks back to reading The War of Light and Shadow (Janny Wurts), the fantasy series I have been reading (three chapters per week) for the last few months. I was so focused on keeping up that I felt into a pattern, a pattern where keeping up was the most important thing. And how did I realise this? Whenever I pick a book up I always check how many pages there are...and when I reach a certain page I calculate how many more pages I have to read. And then there is the continually revising estimate of how many pages I can read in one day. Me? OCD? What gave you that idea? It doesn't help that I put myself under pressure with my library hold list. Note the I in that sentence, because all this is on me. I'm not sure quite how to fix it, so any suggestions welcome *grin*
And because 'The Great Race' reminds me of the movie of the same name I give you the pie scene! (Mainly because I couldn't find the 'I am an emancipated woman' scene.)