Monday, October 27, 2008
I am allegedly a highly educated man. I have a Ph.D. in nuclear physics and know lots of big words and can even use them correctly in a sentence. The embarrassing truth, which I have finally owned up to, is that I do not like to read. There I said it. (Pause for gasps from the readers). I was doing fine living like this, minding my own business. I wasn't hurting anyone. Then someone in my small group encouraged me earlier this year to read a particular book, and then another, and then another. Dang, now I have read over 20 real books this year (where a real book is one that has more words than pictures). The worst part of it all is that I now look forward to finding some quiet time to read and get lost either in a good work of fiction or non-fiction. I am reading like there is no tomorrow and actually enjoying it. What will the neighbors say?
Posted by Daniel