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How much do you love to read and how often?
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How much do you love to read and how often?
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I LOVE to read, enjoy audio books too. Admire writers that can take me on a wonderful journey without leaving my favorite chair.
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I enjoy reading, but I haven't tried audio books yet.
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I used to be a real bookworm never without a book to read.I would prefer a book in preferance to watching telivision.These days i sometimes listen to an audio book because since loosing my sight in my left eye reading small print can be very difficult.
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I read at every chance. I wish I had more time for reading. I used to read every single night in bed before falling asleep. Now with my new girlfriend I do other things in bed before falling asleep.
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I don't read as often as I used to, I do listen to a lot of audio books though, if I'm writing a piece I tend to listen to something without words as I have enough of those buzzing in my head.
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I'm also highly likely to have posted this from a phone so there may be typos or odd word changes, auto correct can be a pain.
I've been listening to my kinky pencil here's my current work
My current Competition entry is here
A Cure For Stagefright
I put a little banner in here, it might change. I'm still messing about with it.
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I've always ploughed through a book or seven per week, for as long as I can remember. First it was because I was learning proper English, and then...yah. I read a lot. I had a Kindle Paperwhite, but what is a book without foxing? So I gave it to my son. The last million years (COVID time....) I've slacked off on reading non-peer reviewed journal articles and nonfiction books related to pandemics, but that will change the second I can possibly manage to change it,
FWIW, I think my love of books--heavy, bound books--started with my maternal grandmother. She was Canadian, but lived in the South (she'd married an American during the war) and would haul me all over "to see the Americans". Lots of times, we'd go to an auction, and she'd give me exactly USD$50. I figured out fast that the best use of that money was to buy random boxes (sometimes pallets) of books.
The first time I found a first edition, first printing signed book in one of those boxes, I think I was eight or nine. It prompted an addiction. Now I collect first edition, first printing, signed books written by modern writers (Krakauer, Dorris, Alexie, Sebold) as well as first edition, first printing signed pre-1910 books, mostly science or law related. It's probably half me knowing what to look for, and half luck, but when I've sold a book or books, it's been because they don't quite match my standards for keeping them. Meaning that I've put books up for auction--or rather, had them put up for auction--that ended up benefiting me financially.
There's nothing like the smell of paper, of holding a book that someone like Charles Darwin or Thomas Jefferson held. It's a direct connection to history. Even things like marking pages by folding them down, or in one case, using a sterling silver monogrammed book weight, which promptly tarnished and stained the pages, is something special.
FWIW, I think my love of books--heavy, bound books--started with my maternal grandmother. She was Canadian, but lived in the South (she'd married an American during the war) and would haul me all over "to see the Americans". Lots of times, we'd go to an auction, and she'd give me exactly USD$50. I figured out fast that the best use of that money was to buy random boxes (sometimes pallets) of books.
The first time I found a first edition, first printing signed book in one of those boxes, I think I was eight or nine. It prompted an addiction. Now I collect first edition, first printing, signed books written by modern writers (Krakauer, Dorris, Alexie, Sebold) as well as first edition, first printing signed pre-1910 books, mostly science or law related. It's probably half me knowing what to look for, and half luck, but when I've sold a book or books, it's been because they don't quite match my standards for keeping them. Meaning that I've put books up for auction--or rather, had them put up for auction--that ended up benefiting me financially.
There's nothing like the smell of paper, of holding a book that someone like Charles Darwin or Thomas Jefferson held. It's a direct connection to history. Even things like marking pages by folding them down, or in one case, using a sterling silver monogrammed book weight, which promptly tarnished and stained the pages, is something special.
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I've always ploughed through a book or seven per week, for as long as I can remember. First it was because I was learning proper English, and then...yah. I read a lot. I had a Kindle Paperwhite, but what is a book without foxing? So I gave it to my son. The last million years (COVID time....) I've slacked off on reading non-peer reviewed journal articles and nonfiction books related to pandemics, but that will change the second I can possibly manage to change it,
FWIW, I think my love of books--heavy, bound books--started with my maternal grandmother. She was Canadian, but lived in the South (she'd married an American during the war) and would haul me all over "to see the Americans". Lots of times, we'd go to an auction, and she'd give me exactly USD$50. I figured out fast that the best use of that money was to buy random boxes (sometimes pallets) of books.
The first time I found a first edition, first printing signed book in one of those boxes, I think I was eight or nine. It prompted an addiction. Now I collect first edition, first printing, signed books written by modern writers (Krakauer, Dorris, Alexie, Sebold) as well as first edition, first printing signed pre-1910 books, mostly science or law related. It's probably half me knowing what to look for, and half luck, but when I've sold a book or books, it's been because they don't quite match my standards for keeping them. Meaning that I've put books up for auction--or rather, had them put up for auction--that ended up benefiting me financially.
There's nothing like the smell of paper, of holding a book that someone like Charles Darwin or Thomas Jefferson held. It's a direct connection to history. Even things like marking pages by folding them down, or in one case, using a sterling silver monogrammed book weight, which promptly tarnished and stained the pages, is something special.
I agree with you here. I don't care much about signed books, but I love to go to used book stores and wander the aisles of overstacked books. I love that musty smell and the way the spine cracks when you open it. I tend to gravitate towards classics and history so I'm usually alone while other people peruse the newest Stephen King section.
If you ever go to Penticton, BC, the Book Shop will fill your day for hours.
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Yup. I’ve been there, and of course Powell’s in Portland, OR. There’s a store in Seattle called The Elliott Bay Bookstore; it was in a building built almost immediately after the great Seattle Fire. The general ambience plus their mix of new and used books...I spent hundreds of hours there as a child, because my father worked nearby.
The store moved after the Nisqually Earthquake caused serious structural issues. I’ve not been to the new version.
The store moved after the Nisqually Earthquake caused serious structural issues. I’ve not been to the new version.
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I read alot..about 5 a week. I prefer books I can hold over e-books but I wont turn my nose up at a good book I find online .
So much that the librarians at my local library and I are on first name basis. They usual have a stack of books sat aside for me to pick through before they go on the self..
My love of books come from my grandma and mom..
Both read alot.
My love of history books comes from my grandma she used to say she didn't have time for "fluff"reading as she used to call romance novels.
My mom loved a good crime drama
So much that the librarians at my local library and I are on first name basis. They usual have a stack of books sat aside for me to pick through before they go on the self..
My love of books come from my grandma and mom..
Both read alot.
My love of history books comes from my grandma she used to say she didn't have time for "fluff"reading as she used to call romance novels.
My mom loved a good crime drama
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I read 30-50 pages a day in a book. countless pages elsewhere.
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I've really leaned back into it for the past year. Since March of last year, I've completed 11 books with 1 being non-fiction.
I've always heard people say one of the best ways to improve your writing is to read alot, thus the reason I've indulged as much as I have.
I've always heard people say one of the best ways to improve your writing is to read alot, thus the reason I've indulged as much as I have.
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Books, oh how wonderful are they?
This poem says it better that I can ever tell you my relationship with books.
When I close a book
I open life.
I hear
faltering cries
among harbours.
Copper ignots
slide down sand-pits
to Tocopilla.
Night time.
Among the islands
our ocean
throbs with fish,
touches the feet, the thighs,
the chalk ribs
of my country.
The whole of night
clings to its shores, by dawn
it wakes up singing
as if it had excited a guitar.
The ocean's surge is calling.
The wind
calls me
and Rodriguez calls,
and Jose Antonio--
I got a telegram
from the "Mine" Union
and the one I love
(whose name I won't let out)
expects me in Bucalemu.
No book has been able
to wrap me in paper,
to fill me up
with typography,
with heavenly imprints
or was ever able
to bind my eyes,
I come out of books to people orchards
with the hoarse family of my song,
to work the burning metals
or to eat smoked beef
by mountain firesides.
I love adventurous
books,
books of forest or snow,
depth or sky
but hate
the spider book
in which thought
has laid poisonous wires
to trap the juvenile
and circling fly.
Book, let me go.
I won't go clothed
in volumes,
I don't come out
of collected works,
my poems
have not eaten poems--
they devour
exciting happenings,
feed on rough weather,
and dig their food
out of earth and men.
I'm on my way
with dust in my shoes
free of mythology:
send books back to their shelves,
I'm going down into the streets.
I learned about life
from life itself,
love I learned in a single kiss
and could teach no one anything
except that I have lived
with something in common among men,
when fighting with them,
when saying all their say in my song.
Pablo Neruda
To this day I remember the first book gifted to me by my mother.
It was The discovery of the Titanic.
Imagine that for a bedtime story, as I was only 5 or 6.
I treasured that book so much, it saddens me to know it is lost.
The next book was gifted by my Grandma, oh how sweet it is this memory and it is something I love to this day.
The discovery of King Tuts Tumb. I was 7.
One day I hope to make it to Egypt as it is one of the few places in the world I've got left to visit before my time on this earth is over.
so back to the question,
I love to read, books are my refuge, how often it depends on my life at the moment I can read from 7 easy books in a week. to having 3 or 4 going on at once, finishing them at different times and speeds.
This poem says it better that I can ever tell you my relationship with books.
When I close a book
I open life.
I hear
faltering cries
among harbours.
Copper ignots
slide down sand-pits
to Tocopilla.
Night time.
Among the islands
our ocean
throbs with fish,
touches the feet, the thighs,
the chalk ribs
of my country.
The whole of night
clings to its shores, by dawn
it wakes up singing
as if it had excited a guitar.
The ocean's surge is calling.
The wind
calls me
and Rodriguez calls,
and Jose Antonio--
I got a telegram
from the "Mine" Union
and the one I love
(whose name I won't let out)
expects me in Bucalemu.
No book has been able
to wrap me in paper,
to fill me up
with typography,
with heavenly imprints
or was ever able
to bind my eyes,
I come out of books to people orchards
with the hoarse family of my song,
to work the burning metals
or to eat smoked beef
by mountain firesides.
I love adventurous
books,
books of forest or snow,
depth or sky
but hate
the spider book
in which thought
has laid poisonous wires
to trap the juvenile
and circling fly.
Book, let me go.
I won't go clothed
in volumes,
I don't come out
of collected works,
my poems
have not eaten poems--
they devour
exciting happenings,
feed on rough weather,
and dig their food
out of earth and men.
I'm on my way
with dust in my shoes
free of mythology:
send books back to their shelves,
I'm going down into the streets.
I learned about life
from life itself,
love I learned in a single kiss
and could teach no one anything
except that I have lived
with something in common among men,
when fighting with them,
when saying all their say in my song.
Pablo Neruda
To this day I remember the first book gifted to me by my mother.
It was The discovery of the Titanic.
Imagine that for a bedtime story, as I was only 5 or 6.
I treasured that book so much, it saddens me to know it is lost.
The next book was gifted by my Grandma, oh how sweet it is this memory and it is something I love to this day.
The discovery of King Tuts Tumb. I was 7.
One day I hope to make it to Egypt as it is one of the few places in the world I've got left to visit before my time on this earth is over.
so back to the question,
I love to read, books are my refuge, how often it depends on my life at the moment I can read from 7 easy books in a week. to having 3 or 4 going on at once, finishing them at different times and speeds.
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I'm not sure anything has given me as much pleasure in life as reading. I read every day.
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Love to read, just ADD kicks in when I am 3/4ths done with the book and move on to something else. Which gets annoying real quick. Last book I was reading that did that was bag of bones. Main character pissed the hell out of me with less than 200 pages to go. Been two months since I read it.
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I am a compulsive reader of books and I have benefitted from taking a speed-reading course which now still enables me to read 2-3 books a month with a comprehension rate of about 80%.