100 Words, 100 Days: Day 22. On Reading.

If you really want to know me, ask me what I’m reading. If you want to know me better than most, ask why I’m reading what I’m reading. Better still, ask me why I read. You might be surprised by the answer. I have to read. If I don’t, my brain goes into atrophy, my well of creativity runs dry, and I’m no use to anyone including myself.

A friend popped in today with a late birthday present: Bill Bryson’s At Home: A Short History of Private Life. In order to allow my creativity to flourish, reading the same genres time and again is not an option. More on this later.


9 responses to “100 Words, 100 Days: Day 22. On Reading.

  1. A kindred soul if ever I’ve met one. I read for the same reason I write: I must. I believe I would atrophy if either ability was taken from me. Of course, some would say some of the things I write is proof that the atrophy is already in an advanced state.

  2. I feel the same way. If I don’t read, I feel like my brain is turning into mush.

    I’ll appreciate it if you checked out my blog http://janachantel1.wordpress.com/ it’s about me trying to become a successful published author. And please feel free to subscribe!

  3. “are proof”. Sheesh! I rest my case.

  4. *is not bothered*

  5. You are far too kind to a colonist.

  6. Still at it, are we then, James? Good. ))

    Now, for Bryson… it turns out I have a whole LOT of Bryson on my computer, but just haven’t gotten to it yet. Perhaps I will soon.


  7. I’ve read Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the Woods:



    Your initial reaction to Bill Bryson’s reading of A Walk in the Woods may well be “Egads! What a bore!” But by sentence three or four, his clearly articulated, slightly adenoidal, British/American-accented speech pattern begins to grow on you and becomes quite engaging. You immediately get a hint of the humor that lies ahead, such as one of the innumerable reasons he longed to walk as many of the 2,100 miles of the Appalachian Trail as he could. “It would get me fit after years of waddlesome sloth” is delivered with glorious deadpan flair. By the time our storyteller recounts his trip to the Dartmouth Co-op, suffering serious sticker shock over equipment prices, you’ll be hooked.

    Waddlesome sloth! 😀

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