Long reads.

I’ve decided I’m going to take on a series of longer book reads in my routine and use them as a way to work on improving my concentration.

When I start to see a trend of anti-intellectualism occurring in places like the booktube community, it’s a sign that readers may be missing the point. Only on social media would statements like, “When I’m reading and I come to a long paragraph, I just skip it,” or “I only read the parts with dialogue,” earn little heart emojis.

In the last year, I’ve started,
Don Quixote, really good, got distratcted
Lonesome Dove, really good, got distracted
East of Eden, fantastic. Got distracted, eventually finished.
Some others as well.

This is happening to someone who has always enjoyed reading but is now letting the garbage seep in. Again.

I’m hoping that reading some anvil sized tomes will help me overcome some FOMO, and get back to experiencing the joy of inhabiting a particular headspace universe for more than an internet moment. I’m not going to read things I’m not enjoying, but I really need to get out of “Squirrel!” mode.