When I was younger, I hated reading. Sometimes I still struggle with this love hate relationship with reading. I love it when I am finally engrossed in something, but until that moment, I have to just talk myself into it.
I have had a few series that I have been absolutely obsessed with over the years, but when it came to new books, I have always had a hard time. That is exactly why I challenged myself a few years ago to join a book club. I wanted to read without it being a sappy vampire book. I wanted to read something with substance. I was surprised at how much I loved book club. I haven't always loved the books, but I love the people.
The books we choose are random. Nothing has any rhyme or reason. We have occasionally picked books to go with holidays and books to go with movie releases. This makes it easy to keep the non-natural readers. The other reason I love book club is because I love being forced to do something that isn't work or chores.
My challenge to myself was this: read something that isn't for book club. I have so many books in my queue. I have books that were gifts, books that I want to read, and books that I believe that I should read.
I promise that I have been relaxing, but indeed I have not been taking the time to "read" in the technical sense. I did try some new audible books so I feel somewhat accomplished. I am glad to have new knowledge in my head, but sometimes, you just want to spend a summer evening drinking a glass of wine and reading a book.