This past weekend she, my son, and two other couples (friends of theirs) joined my wife and I at a lake house. We took them tubing, they went putt putt golfing, played poker where the first one out of chips had to go jump in the lake at midnight, went out to dinner, etc.
But my son’s girlfriend still had time to finish two thick books. How? Not sure. But I have an idea.
Every spare moment she’s picking up her book. Getting ready to play poker? She helped, then picked up her book and for three minutes.
The gang is watching a movie she’s already seen? She’s reading instead.
Set her alarm to get up early even though she’d been up late the night before.
It makes me realize I have to be more intentional about my reading. Grab the seconds while I can. Carve out the time. And not feel guilty when I’m reading. See, I’m in a family of non-readers. My son took honors English, got an A and didn’t read any of the books the class assigned (a fact he’s somewhat proud of).
He does read my novels, but not much else—although his girlfriend is having a positive effect and he does have a goal to read more this year. Cool!
But while my other son and my wife read magazines, and the occasional book, describing reading as a passion for them would be far from accurate.
With the above in mind, do you come from a family of readers or non-readers. If your family are nonners, how do you find time to read where you don’t feel like you’re taking time away from them?
And if you are a lean, mean, reading machine, where do you find time to get all those tomes finished?
Gotta go, my son’s girlfriend wants me to find her another book.