An introduction

As a kid, reading was an uphill battle for me. When my sister and mom tried to get me to read the Harry Potter series, I refused and said I would just watch the movie. And as much as I hate it, I need to credit it for my reading revival; I need to thank the Twilight Saga. The Twilight books got me to read again.

As a reader, I’m energetic; ready to dive into any new book. This gift is also a curse, leading me to easily stray from books the moment I get bored and pick up a new one. I need to be constantly intrigued.  My pile of unfinished books is growing by the day. I know it’s sad. And I know what you’re thinking, “Don’t you want to know what happens, how can you just abandon the story?!” The answer is no. If a book loses my attention, I don’t care. If I cared about them, they wouldn’t have lost my attention. It’s a cruel world.

The assignment of setting a “goal” for my reading has always been unbelievably difficult for me. What does that even mean? When I was younger, I guess it would’ve been read a book over 300 pages, improve my lexile score, pretending I like historical non-fiction… something along those lines. Today, I don’t know what I would make as a goal. I guess to like what I’m reading, only read what interests me and maybe finish a book, even if it doesn’t interest me. Push through the boredom and finish a book that has lost my attention. I suppose that’s my ultimate “goal” for myself.