I read on my lunch hour at work every Friday and Saturday night at about 2:30 am (so technically Saturday and Sunday morning). That, and the time spent reading on my breaks, fits in a good two hours plus. I also like to read in between studying at the on-campus library. There are plenty of comfy chairs and inviting spots near a bright window to really get in the mood. (Now all it needs is a fireplace and it would be heaven.)
Sometimes I will read for only a few pages and have to pause, put the book down, laugh out loud or be amazed for a second, and process what I just read. Other times I will be so engrossed in the thickening plot that I am compelled to keep going even if I am running out of time.
Time is such a curious concept. I don’t pay much attention to it until I am running out of it or losing it. I frequently lose track of time when reading which usually causes me to run out of it. Hmmmmm. I guess what I am trying to say is that very short (less than 20 minutes) reading stints don’t really work for me, depending on what I am reading at the time. Lately I have been focusing on children’s literature that is young adult (Y.A.) or intermediate level with chapters.
In the near future, I plan to incorporate more primary level and picture books into my reading plan and, when I do, will definitely keep a few on hand to read during short breaks like standing in line at the checkout. All in all, there really aren’t that many long waits here in Chadron; the lines get much longer in places like Phoenix and Denver.
The defined goal is to read four hours each week. But because I am finding so many great books of interest, I find myself needing more than four hours to get through them. For the first time in my life, I am putting other things on hold to find time to read. I read older books, newer books, graphic novels, stories that won literary awards and stories that didn’t, and the more books I am required to read, the more I find that I NEED to read to satisfy my own curiosity.