I have loved reading since I was a child. All those mysteries to solve, all those worlds to travel in, all those characters to love or hate. Throughout my life, books have been the one constant. Now, in my retirement, I have time to fully enjoy them. But now, I have a few problems.
First, there are too many books. Way too many books. There are those I’ve already read, but which deserve to be re-read, or re-re-read…. Then, there are all these new books to read, and some genres which I haven’t even tried (yet).
Second, there are too many authors. There are my favorites, which of course deserve constant re-reading of their old books, and of course, all their new books. Then there are brand new authors…a whole world of new authors, more born every day! How do I choose?
Third, I found that I have a real appreciation for books in a “series” — imagine the same characters in every book — they are like a new family! I can’t wait for the next book to come out, but then the dilemma arises — should I read the last one to remind myself where we are? Should I start over at Book One again? Do I plunge into the new one praying I’ll remember everything from books one through 598? Oh, the quandary.
Then, there’s the fear that I’ll die before I’ve read that special book one more time, or that the series will live longer than I will, or that my favorite authors will out-live me. OMG, what if I’m in the middle of a good book?
It is a little over-whelming.
Think I’ll go find something to read.