Tuesday 27 May 2008

For a few pages more…

I’ve stayed away from the blogging world for too long to even call myself a blogger! But I shall now start writing regularly – or so I think now.

I love to read – fiction mostly but can read non-fiction, articles in books/magazines and over the net. Honestly I like reading out of a book held in hand over the other forms and mostly that’s what I do. I think I have inherited this love of books from my mom. She is an avid reader herself. She tells me, her mom/dad had to actually snatch a book from her hands to get her attention and not few times! In spite of that, she complains when she has to do the same to me. So I reserve my reading time to be the one when she watches her soaps on TV. But there is a problem in that too – soaps have frequent commercial breaks when I too have to take a break from my reading. Anyway there I start digressing from my topic of this blog.

Why I was thinking about this – I was at the last 100 pages of this interesting book I am reading – mystery novel from Robert Ludlum, could lay my hands on it after 3 days and finally got so desperate that finished it over the bumpy ride (that’s another blog coming from me soon) from home to office. I know that its not good reading while travelling and all that but couldn’t help myself in this case!

Come to think of it, I noticed that this happens to me quite often! Its like how the batsmen score the first 90 runs at a steady pace and when it’s the matter of the last score for a century, the runs come in slowly or at least seem to.

What I was saying was, I devour books at a not-so-bad-a-pace. All goes well until the last 100 pages or so are left that is. Once the book comes to that stage, usually the climax of the story, that’s when some things happen that keep me away from my book for 3-5 days. People who love to read will understand my plight here! Here I am at the most interesting section of the book and then again I am lost for reading time. After 3-4 days of such a state separate me from the book, a desperation creeps in – a need to finish the book come what may.
IS it me or is it ME?