Reading Books

I used to read incessantly

I’d feel anxious if I didn’t have a book on the go

And the next one on the shelf

I read James Joyce to work out a few kinks

Pynchon extended my reach

Russian novels frustrated and compelled

Proust flummoxed

Asimov and Heinlein soared

And I lived for an eternity in 100 years of solitude

Reading the usual suspects

Genre by genre

Historical fiction

Post modern lit

Remaindered bargains from Alice Munro’s ex

I was libroholic

Until I started blogging

Writing my own words

Hunting for fruits of inspiration

Thinking from here

Not there

 

David Trudel  ©  2013

 

 

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3 responses to “Reading Books

  1. Well put. So true. Posting stuff does but a damper on turning the page.

  2. Ha! I’ve fallen into the same trap myself. I like your taste and you your expressive phrasing in the piece above. Well done.

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