Reading

I love to read. I find such a comfort in exploring books and delving into different worlds and lives which come from the imaginations of others. Reading is such a gift. I have an extensive library so I never run out of reading material, literally hundreds of books.

At any given time I have between three and six books that I am reading, depending on my mood, where I am reading, and the type of book being read. Right now I’m reading five different books: Duma Point, by Stephen King which is a large soft cover that I read in the living room; Rainbow Six, by Tom Clancy which is on my computer; The Teeth of the Tiger, by Tom Clancy which is a small paperback that I read only at work and on the bus; The Hounds of Baskerville, by Arthur Conan Doyle, which is a large hard cover that I read in my office; Imajica, by Clive Barker which is a paperback that I pick up and read periodically. I also just picked up the new David Morrell novel called The Spy Who Came For Christmas which I read in two days a couple of weeks ago. I will also pick up a short story compilation (I have many of these) every once in a while to read a quick short. Then there’s magazines and online articles and so on.

When ever I put a book down, the bookmark stays in place and if, in a few day or a few weeks, even a few months, I can pick the book back up and it was just as though I never paused in reading. Think of it like a multi-part TV show or a mini-series which you can only see an hour or two of each week; that’s how it is with my books. Each book I pick up or put down, has a mental pause button which I push to keep my place in a particular story. I don’t know if everyone can do this but it’s how I like to roll.