How Do You “See” Books?

“When you’re reading, your whole mind creates pictures for you. I could see it all.” -Morgan Freeman on The Great American Read

We’ve all heard it before. We’ve probably said it ourselves. When you read you create images in your mind, possibly a movie. Our imaginations run wild and create entire worlds for us, worlds we can see in our mind’s eye.


I don’t know about the rest of you, but that’s not quite how it works for me.

I have a pretty terrible mind’s eye, if I’m being honest. It’s hard for me to really “see” anything in my mind, to hold an image there. My brain is weird. I get flashes of an image for a second, maybe less, before it’s gone. I can only really hold on to an impression. What the story feels like. My mind’s ear is much MUCH stronger. It’s easier for me to listen to something that isn’t there. So it isn’t too surprising that I don’t really paint a picture as I’m reading. It’s a little different for me.

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motivation monday

I’ve come so far!

The picture on the left is me just out of college. I was unemployed, overweight, and struggling with my blood sugar. With all the stress of trying to find a job I never took the time for myself.

The picture on the right is me today! In the last year I’ve really started to prioritize and to make time for me. I’m down 5 books from my tbr, and only have 15 books to meet my yearly reading goal! Since I started reading I’m happier, healthier, and more confident than ever before. I am absolutely my best self! When you put in the work, amazing things are possible.


This post originally appeared on my Instagram about a month ago, but I find it too silly not to share. It took so long because I had other, more interesting posts lined up. I’ve finally postponed it enough times to make it a BONUS POST, lol. Sorry if you’re seeing it twice. 🙂

Why I Almost Never DNF a Book

I’ve only quit before finishing three books in my adult life.

The first was Gulliver’s Travels. I realized about halfway through that not only was I not enjoying it, I had no idea what was going on. It’s a satire, and I didn’t have a historical context for it, so I was lost. Tossed it aside and didn’t look back.

The second was A Tale of Two Cities. It’s no secret that I’m not a fan of Dickens, but this book sounded so intriguing that I picked it up anyway. Again, I got halfway through and realized I didn’t have a clue what I was going on, or even who the characters were. This was after like, a month, by the way. I put it down intending to finish it later, but never came back to it. Maybe in my retirement or something.

The last was Anna Karenina. After reading 50 pages of Russian agriculture and never even meeting Anna yet, I decided 800 pages was not worth it. I watched the movie instead.

And that’s it. Only three. I almost never give up on a book. I’ll read it to the end even if I’m not really enjoying it very much. Why? Continue reading

I’ll Never Read Them All

I’m feeling kind of sad this morning. A little down. You see, yesterday I went through my goodreads tbr and deleted the books I’m not particularly interested in anymore, as well as a hand full of duplicates. Now, my tbr is smaller than the average book blogger’s, only about 75, and yesterday I eliminated 10-15 books from it.

And as of today I have ADDED about 10 books.

Because new books are being written and published all the time. Books that sound fascinating and amazing! There are so many books that I want to read!

But I average about two books a month.

There’s no way I can keep up. No matter how many books I read, my list of books I want to read will always be getting longer and longer and longer because there are always more and more books. Which is wonderful! We are so lucky to live in an age where books are so readily and easily available and there is such a variety that we never have to worry about getting bored.

But I’m feeling sad. Because I realized.

I will never be able to read them all.

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The Pros and Cons of Buddy-Reading

I bought myself Fuzzy Nation early this year, and I finally got the chance to pick it up this weekend. I got through the first two chapters and my husband saw me reading it.

“I wanted to read this one!” he said. (He can’t have wanted to read it that bad, it’d been sitting on my shelf for a few months, untouched.) “Do you mind if I read the first chapter? I’m kind of tired of Treasure Island.

And so we embarked upon our third attempt at partner reading a book together.

The first book we read together was Ready Player One. It was so much fun to do! We both enjoyed it. As a pioneering work in what I’ve coined “nerd fiction” we had LOTS to talk about, and we were on vacation, so passing it back and forth was no big deal.

The second book we read together was His Majesty’s Dragon, one of my personal favorites. But while I finished it, my husband lost interest about halfway through. At the time I thought it was because almost no books keep him interested long enough to finish, but now I wonder if it wasn’t because we had to move through it so slowly. I would take it to work, read a chapter, bring it home, and pass it off to him to read that chapter the next day. Very slow going.

This third time, again, we didn’t finish together. In the first weekend of reading we made it about halfway through Fuzzy Nation, but then he forgot to take it to work with him, and I just went ahead and finished it. Ooops. Continue reading

Do You Need a Breather Between Books?

Let me set the scene for you.

You’re on the last page of your book. As you finish you might sigh in happiness, or maybe you roll your eyes, but either way you close the book. And … then what?

Used to be I would take my book over to the bookshelf, put it in, and immediately pull out a new one and dive right in. Time permitting, of course. But lately I find that I need a bit of time to digest a book. Usually I won’t start reading a new one until the next day. Sleeping on it just feels … necessary. I don’t really know why, it’s not like I’m usually hung up on it, unable to stop thinking about it, or something like that. And I’m perfectly capable of writing a review after starting a new book. I just don’t feel like reading something new until I’ve slept.

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Finding Time to Read

Finding Time to Read

As a teen I often rolled my eyes whenever my mom talked about how busy she was. I had a lot going on in high school and often pulled 13+ hour days. And, yeah, my mom worked a lot, but I suspected it was because she was a work-o-holic, not because she HAD to.

But man, she was right. Something about adult life is just busier. A huge part of it is the commute. Yeah, kid me was working 13 hour days, but school was literally 5 minutes away. These days I commute an hour each direction. Part of it is cooking real food for dinner, which takes forever. The biggest part of it is having kids of my own who need me to take care of them. (Kind of looking forward to the teenage years when they don’t need help going potty!)

So, yeah, I’m busy. I have a hard time finding time for things that weren’t a big deal in high school. Things like hanging with friends, playing video games, watching TV.

Things like reading.

I know that for so many adults reading gets put on the back-burner. It’s time consuming and not as easy and mindless as Netflix. Even as passionate a reader as I am, I sometimes find it hard to make time for reading.

So here are some ways that I have found that work to squeeze reading into a busy schedule.  Continue reading