Some authors you think of and you imagine them drinking hard, staying up late, and listening to like jazz music or something. Maybe they have interesting parties with friends or something. What you probably don’t imagine is them waking up at the time your cool friends fall asleep.
Whenever you spend a lot of time doing something you love, you’re bound to come across a few things that just bother you. Vacationing, for instance, is wonderful. But you also have to wait on security at the airport. Not fun. Food is also great. But you have to pay for it. Not fun.
A lot of people I know absolutely reject the idea of listening to music while reading, citing total distraction as a consequence of doing so, but I find I get distracted if I'm NOT listening to music, especially if I'm attempting to read in public.
We’re all trying to beat our reading record from last year, and the best way to do that is to adopt some good reading habits. Maybe you invest in a nice reading lamp. Maybe you just bumped up your supply of bookmarks.
If you're a bookworm, then chances are you know what the blues feel like. By blues I don't mean the sophisicated genre of music your grandparents probably listen to, I mean the sort of invisible, heavy cloak of sadness that we wear in our lives—some every day, and others every so often.
My typical commute could go one of a few different ways. I could be: reading; jamming at a volume my boss and my parents are convinced will deafen me; building elaborate backstories to intriguing people in my subway car; or I've got my eyes closed and I'm dead to the world.
We all know books are cool. Nothing controversial about that statement. You can pick up a book that was written by Aristotle thousands of years ago and have his words in your head as if he’s alive right now, talking to you.
It’s pretty clear that reading to your baby is the right move. Not only is it the right thing to do, but people are actually... wait for it... reading to their kids. Right? According to the U.S.