Occasionally, I look at the list of books I’d like to read and wish I could read faster.
That’s not the problem, though. Reading isn’t a race; it isn’t an attempt to cram more knowledge in your head, not with fiction. It’s a chance reconnect and recover.
Reading should take time. A year reading, say, Les Miserables, is a year well-spent. (Or longer, if you’re me.) The brain and soul need to soak in words and worlds. It is possibly more important than ever to find a place and time to stop “productive” work and read.
Today, I feel extremely busy. A whirlwind of activity does not lend itself to thoughtful consideration or soul-searching. Reading a good book almost always does.