I was told by someone that I should just google the world’s shortest book and read that. However, I have found that it is impossible to find out what is ACTUALLY the world’s shortest book because all you will be given in response to the query are titles such as:
The Ethiopian Guide to World Domination
How to Cook Sushi
One Hundred and One Spotted Owl Recipes by the EPA
Heterosexual Hangouts in Key West
Now I’ve never been to Key West, but you get the idea. I tried typing “literally the world’s shortest book,” but that didn’t do it either. But how would you classify the world’s shortest book? Like just disregard children’s books or small poetry collections? Only count books that can be classed as adult novels? That wouldn’t be any good anyway because the only novels for adults I want to read are those in A Song of Ice and Fire. None of them are the world’s shortest book. Definitely not.
So anyway, the point is that I find myself again without much to write about. I can’t really talk about Feast for Crows, I have hardly any time at all to read lately, and I still tend to read the same books over and over again when I do find time. Although – maybe I should briefly talk about that. By “that” I mean how horrible it is to not spend every moment of every day reading. I do not particularly enjoy TV in general. There are certain shows that I am obsessed with and will happily watch over and over. Sometimes the TV plays movies that I like. But on the whole, I do not really care about the vast majority of what television has to offer. I might say the same of real life. I am not into the going out and the clubbing and the party like a rock star lifestyle that I witness every weekend at work. But I do want to read everything.
Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the thought that I will not have time over the course of my life to read *everything.* I admit, it is partly my fault because I have a serious re-reading problem. I’m trying to plow through A Song of Ice and Fire, but I’m seriously itching to go back to Hunger Games and His Dark Materials. I am constantly picking up Harry Potter as a way to relax and unwind. And I’m also thinking about how soon Goliath comes out and how I should be reading Leviathan and Behemoth again to prepare. I always want to revisit these books I loved so much the first time (or the thirtieth time….)
But how will I ever get around to all the other books if I can’t stop re-reading??
I am obsessed with fantasy. It fascinates me to no end when authors literally create an entire alternate universe for me to live in instead of this boring one I was born into. I do get a little obsessive with it, I admit, but I need it. It puts me in another place, another state of mind where that can all be real and reality can suck it. But sometimes, I’m equally fascinated with books that reveal the beauty of the world that does exist. Because, in fact, the world isn’t all about acting like an idiot, dressing like a slut, and sucking up to assholes. In fact, the world is fucking AMAZING. And people like Richard Dawkins and Stephen Hawking wrote books to tell me about it. If only I had the time… I would love to be that Twilight Zone guy who has all eternity to just read. And I don’t wear glasses so there is no chance I would run into his dilemma.
I don’t really know where this incredibly short (world’s shortest??) and rambling post is going… I mostly just wanted to note that I am alive and reading and that if you are also too busy working and trying to please other people to read – I FEEL YOUR PAIN. I guess it’s kind of also a plea to myself to get it together and stop doing things that make me miserable when it seems what I really want is so simple – TO READ. That’s attainable. I just have to do it. In fact, I could be doing it right now…do you know how much more George R. R. Martin nonsense I have to read? So much.