bookpublishing

What is with that? Since I started working full time in publishing (on the 22nd it’ll be a full year), I’ve had so little time to read for pleasure. It takes me forever to get through a book these days–even a book I’m really enjoying, like David Sedaris’ When You Are Engulfed in Flames. But when I get home after staring at text all day, the last thing I want to do is read.

Furthermore, my taste has really changed. I used to love reading dense, historically pertinent, Victorian novels or other classics that actually involve some intellectual muscle. But these days, it takes a lot more effort and I’d rather plop down with something that has a lot less density and a lot more… fluff. But even in that category I’ve been disappointed lately. I mean, my standards are not that high, but I still have issues finding a good, breezy romantic comedy that isn’t ridiculously cliche or overly sentimental.

How do you get yourself in the mood to read? Do you ever feel the need to push yourself and find your own motivation?