So I saw this story yesterday browsing Twitter, and I found it extremely encouraging imagining that someone, somewhere, is taking reading seriously. Very, very seriously. Nina Sankovich, from Westport, Connecticut, has decided to read one book everyday, for a year. Of course there are rules: the books can’t be too long, and Sankovich has to write a review of each book the next day. But according to the project’s Web site, readallday.org, Sankovich embarked on the project simply because she loved to read and there is nothing she’d rather do than read all day.
I hear ya, sister. Unfortunately, I don’t have oodles of free time as well as a financial safety net, allowing me to sit around and read all day. That’s not to say I wouldn’t enjoy a similiar project, albeit on a severely limited scale. But then, when would I find time to blog about literary tidbits, such as this? Or work and socialize, for that matter. Excessive reading is always OK in my book, but what are you sacrificing by disappearing into literature?
One of my favorite quotes from You’ve Got Mail is from Meg Ryan, when she wonders what is happening to her life: “Sometimes everything I see reminds me of something I read in a book. When, shouldn’t it be the other way around?” So shut-ins beware: your literary ambitions may be shutting you off from the world that has inspired all these stories. Only by living in that world can you truly understand what your favorite authors are trying to say.