I was at the S’pore Writers Fest bookshop recently and I couldn’t help but buy another bagful of books because they looked like books which I really wanted to read.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not a reader in any sense of the word.
Yes I buy books, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I read them.
One of my biggest shortcomings is that I do not read enough literature.
I have stacks of classics and other titles on my shelf, just waiting to be read.
I love starting on books, but I hardly ever bring myself to finish them.
Sometimes I read just the beginning, sometimes I venture till halfway, sometimes I get tantalisingly close to the end…but I seldom complete them.
One of my friends recently commented that I have an alarmingly short attention span.
That is very true.
I have a wide-ranging interests in books.
I don’t restrict myself to a particular “type” – there are a whole range of books that would appeal to me, and I can see myself enjoying different kinds of books.
Each book has its own appeal.
There is no such thing as a “perfect” book.
The problem is summoning the commitment and resolve to just stick with one book and see it through till the end.
Every read is a journey of discovery, and I can imagine the unspeakable rewards of having completed a really good book, but unfortunately what usually happens is that I get distracted with yet another book along the way.
Sometimes I even straddle between multiple books at the same time.
Not ideal, I know.
But as I said…short attention span.