There was a time when I read books as often as I ate french fries (that would be all the time). However I would say that in the years since joining Facebook and finally Twitter, my attention span is shorter than a baby’s pinky toe. I mean, I LOVE books. So much so that I’m too old school to EVER think about buying an ELECTRONIC BOOK! THE HORROR! I admire my friends who can read a book or books on a flat boring looking device and yet they still seem to be enthralled by the subject of choice. But, I LOVE going into a book store, touching the spines of the books and skimming the bargin bins.
But in comes Twitter and the ten-word explanation of the day’s happenings. That’s all I need to quench my thirst for knowledge. Is that shallow of me? Am I wasteful because I continue to buy books that I haven’t finished reading or yet even STARTED reading?
Right now there are FOUR unfinished books in arm’s reach of my bed…the other six books are buried in a basket (under a few magazines, journal, a Birmingham News from two weeks ago and some more magazines. I’m a knowledge nut. There, I said it. But how can someone who has ALWAYS loved books be unable to FINISH a book? What’s wrong with me? I’m trying to find someone or something to blame because this just isn’t like me. How did I go from reading several books in a few weeks to barely reading half a book in three months?? Lack of time? Busy work days? Short attention span?? Hmmmm…
The book The Help is staring at me…it’s begging me to pick it up. I want to read it BEFORE I go see the movie. That great, historically-rich The Warmth of Other Suns is torturing me. I long to touch it and pick it up and soak up the history of the great migration. I would love to sink my teeth into Harlem but why even start? All I’m gonna do is read three pages, put it back down, pick up my iPhone and check Twitter for the latest review about a the next great book. Where did my attention span go and how do I get it back? So, um, hit me up on Twitter and let me know what you think.