not-particularly-recent reading and non-reading

One of the things I enjoyed doing when I started this journal was posting about my reading. That was secondary. One of the things I really enjoyed doing was reading. Knowing other people felt the same way was pretty cool. Jo wrote that she had read something, "because, hey! words!" Awww...I knew that feeling. It was only recently, in turtle years, that I finally realized I will run out of time before I run out of things to read -- i.e., that there is no earthly reason to save a good book for later while I flip through every scrap of text in the doctor's waiting room or on the bus.

( Spoilers all over the place; also verbal and physical abuse of books )

It's looking like this is not a problem with a particular book being dull or difficult, or not suiting me. The problem is in me, not in the books. I find I'd rather stare at the wall than read anything at all. Or that it's often easier to stare blankly at the page and not read. This would be a more disturbing symptom of depression than forgetting to eat or sleep. I say "would be" rather than "is," because I'd have to care more than I do to find it really disturbing.