So many books, so little time..

I use to read a lot.. It was nothing for me to

be sitting up at 2am to finish a book because

I had to know how it ended.  Even though

I had to get up at 5:30am, to get the kids

breakfast started and get them off to school.

Even then, I would be stirring the oatmeal

with a book in the other hand.

I loved mysteries, for some odd reason,

submarine stories and mostly comedy.

I love to read biographies as well. My

mother got me hooked on Stephen King.

I loved Patrick McManus, who made me

laugh.. He writes about fishing and hunting

as a kid and as an adult.

When I started working in 1986, my

reading slowed way down. I just couldn't

stay awake.  I worked from 5 am.. leaving

the house at 4am. Which meant I was up

at 3:30am... And got home by 3pm.

Was in bed by 8:30pm. 

Even in later years when I switched from days

to afternoons, there wasn't any time to read.

Home by 11pm.. Bed by midnight.. up at 8 or

9.. off to meetings at 1 and work at 2pm.

Noc shift wasn't any better. With split sleeping.

Bed by 7am.. up at noon for meetings, Nap

at 5pm.. up at 8:30 and to work by 9. 

So over those years I collected books that

I would read "someday".  Mostly in mind was

when I retired.  I read some on vacations..  or

if I ended up with a long weekend every 6

weeks.  But the books kept piling up in the

bookshelf.  And when I retired, I still had a

hard time taking time to read.  I carry books

on trips, to the Dr. office while I wait and etc.

So this year I have tried really hard to make

a dent in my collection.  I have gave a lot of

them away.. Some I lost interest in, or got

them read and passed them on.  And to add

to that, I bought a Nook, and get some books

on that as well.  That I can read in the car at

night. But that adds to the list of the books to

be read.

Ah, so many books and so little time. And I

find that I don't read as fast as I use to.. dang.   

My mother once said that she could go anywhere

she wants and see anything she wants, thru

books.