I should run a contest. If you can successfully guess the number of magazines littering my coffee table, you win a one year subscription to Home and Dairy magazine. Adult content: the July issue has a centerfold of a Holstein in heat.
I don’t have a Kindle because the size I want costs about as much as a diamond bracelet, or two tanks of gas (for the savvy shopper). My TBR (to be read) book pile can be seen from the space station, and has been labeled a local tourist attraction.
My daughter goes to the used book store every day. She can work a full time job, paint the living room, run errands, tutor the kid down the street and read three novels in one day. It takes me that long to get my nails done and read my email. Obviously, time management isn’t my forte, but my nails look great.
Lately, I’ve mostly been reading labels, ever since I tried to brush my teeth with Gold Bond. You can’t be too careful. The front of the cereal box makes fascinating reading. I can try to figure out why “spin” is used as a noun while brushing up on my Spanish.
I don’t take my reading glasses with me wherever I go, so at restaurants I just point to the picture of the food I want. This causes a lot of confusion at fast food drive-throughs. Naturally, this is also when my daughter will send me an emergency text message about how the pet snake chewed off her own tail (true story).
I have three books going now, all on the computer. I’m not a multi-tasker, I just get tired of clicking the arrow to turn the page, so I start a new book. If you’re a writer posting an e-book, and you don’t say everything on the first page, your story’s going to be sitting on my virtual bookshelf indefinitely, or at least until gas prices drop enough so I can get my Kindle.
I’m pretty sure it’s too late for me to learn speed reading. I can only move my lips so fast.