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I Found Myself Reading Fiction…WHO ME?

I never read fiction. I always thought it was a waste of time. If you are not learning or doing something, you are wasting time. What is the point of fiction? It is pure entertainment. I find entertainment a waste of time too unless you are watching something of nature unfold. I just could never sit and enjoy myself in front of a book to be entertained.

I rarely watch television either….but I do sometimes, if it is the news, a documentary or something that will stretch my mind or improve some inner moral development. I enjoy history, or anything based on a true story where I can learn a lesson or about the past events that have formed our world as it is today.

It is not that I haven’t ever tried to read fiction. I get through, if it is a very good writer, to the end of the first chapter. Then, I just can’t make myself work that hard. It is tough when you are of the analytical nature. I don’t care about the details of a story, or the building up to the main theme. Just get to it. I like to cut through the chase. I think…..oh my goodness, I am so bored I think I will fall asleep.

I read a novel by Sydney Sheldon and I think I did even finish it. Don’t ask me the name of the book but I think I was twenty something when I read it. Many decades ago. I did enjoy the writing as things moved pretty fast. It was a suspense mystery but filled with romance too. It was the suspense that kept me engaged I think.

I am a very slow reader. I don’t want to miss some important point or event to the story and being so bored, I have to read all the words in a sentence. I find myself reading again and again a paragraph because I can’t comprehend where all this nonsense is taking me. If the author is going to describe the drapes in a room or how the leaves on the trees look or describe sounds, I just drift off.

So, after many attempts to read fiction, because so many people do and seem to be enjoying themselves, I thought I should at least try. I would love to be able to just let go of all my thoughts and get buried in a story. You can’t do that if you are reading a cookbook, a book about gardening or an article about some latest tech gadget that will help you upload photos from your phone.

I was in the mood to try once again to get lost in fiction, after a day of watching my two grandsons. I stay the night and watch them two days in a row. They live a 45 min drive from our home so it just makes it easier.

This night, the parents were both planning on attending their son’s baseball practice and taking the little brother along too. My daughter usually stays home to work. Her youngest is busy with me. They asked if I wanted to go along but I decided I would stay back and have some quiet time. If it were a game I would have gone.

I grabbed a cold one from the frig and was looking forward to getting caught up with the national news uninterrupted by a busy household. I sat down and placed my beverage on the side table.

I glanced at the white hardcover book with black lettering neatly placed on the table. It was put there strictly for decorative purposes. My daughter, being an Interior Designer, purposefully placed books randomly for decor use only. She rarely reads much of anything unless it is on the Internet. There is no library in her home or shelves of books she’s read.

The book I assumed was fiction. I thought I would take a glace at it just because I was now curious. The house was quiet. I had time. I had opportunity. I intentionally made a choice to pick up the book and have a go at it. No matter what, I would try once again, my attempt to read fiction, as it turned out to be just that.

The news is always so depressing lately with all the upheaval and unrest in our nation. I thought, I will not watch television at all and take advantage of this time I will have to just relax and read. If it didn’t work out I could always turn on the one-eyed monster (as my dad used to call tv when I was young).

I could not believe that I made it to page 44 quickly. This author held me captive. I made it through a few chapters and could not believe I was still intrigued. The author did a good job reeling me into the story. I was hooked and happy to keep reading.

I made it only to chapter seven when the home became a bustle again with laughing children, excited dog because the family was home again and everyone talking at once. I closed the book and will remember I can pick up again next week when I come.

Now I understand about fiction. It can be very enjoyable but you have to give yourself permission to take a break away from everything. I do that. Just never to pick up a book that is fiction. Some story someone else made up. Just like the stories I read here on this platform. This is new to me….reading….for the fun of it and not just to learn something.

I do find time to take a break. I do have balance in my life that way. My breaks may not look relaxing to some people. Usually I am digging in my flower beds pulling weeds or transferring plants from one place to another that is better for them. I may clean a little in a room or play my piano. Sometimes I will work on something I started to crochet.

I am always busy with my hands for the most part. Maybe I should get busy enough to hold onto a book and step into a story. I’m looking forward to chapter seven at my daughter’s home. I recommend “The Snow Child”, by Eowyn Ivey. (Thank you for writing this book.)
I might start enjoying reading fiction.

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