Category: Books

When reading a book, a thought can come to mind, one that will interrupt our focus on a book. It can be a thought that’s unrelated to the story, such as a chore that we need to do, a financial matter that has been looming in our minds, or something as trivial as a commercial we saw on TV.

But even when this interrupting thought comes to mind, we continue to read–read as if nothing has happened. And as we read, we become slowly consumed by that thought–become lost in it until it’s at the forefront of our minds.

A minute or two will go by, and then when we pause, we’ll realize that we’ve grasped nothing from the book. We won’t even know what events have transpired, nor will we know what was said amongst the characters. This realization will shock us for a moment, but once we’ve come to our senses, we’ll become annoyed with that interrupting thought.

But we have to ask ourselves why it was there in the first place. Was it there because that thought brought to mind something that we need to address–to take care of right away? Or did it occur because the text wasn’t engaging, or was the text itself mystifying to read?

At any rate, we need to start over. But will that interrupting thought stir up in our minds again?

Now available on Amazon is my new short story collection, The Hourglass And Other Short Stories.

Now available on Amazon is my new short story collection, The Present And Other Short Stories.

When you’re reading a book and you can’t seem to focus, your mind tends to wander. It wanders on to random things–things that aren’t pertinent to the story, but keeps it active: the last movie you saw, the last thing you purchased, etc. A wandering mind is an escape from the book. In fact, it deters you from making any progress in it.

A wandering mind doesn’t happen for no reason at all. It’s a sign that the book didn’t hold your interest–didn’t keep you engaged in the story or characters. There comes a point when your brain is struggling to maintain focus while you read, and when it lets go, the mind wanders without you realizing it. Even though it might seem like you’re reading when it happens, you’re actually just reading the words on the pages, but not the meaning behind them.

It’s like reading a sequence of random numbers, thinking that there is some sense to it when there isn’t. To get back on track in the story, you have to start from where you last remembered (or left off). Even though you lost time, it was merely a delay. Besides, the book isn’t going to wander anywhere.

Going to a bookstore, I’m not as inclined to buy a book from there than to check the same book out from the library. Perhaps it’s because there are far less bookstores than there were years ago. I used to browse books at bookstores until I settled on one I wanted to buy. But now, it seems that there are far more libraries than there are bookstores. And I can check out the books from there for free.

Even if I buy a book from a bookstore (or order one online), the urgency to read it isn’t there. It’s mine, and I can start reading it whenever I want (no pressure at all). But with books that I check out from the library, I’m borrowing them, so I’ll try to read and return the books before or on the due date.

It’s kind of like a game for me to see if I can read the books before I have to return them. I’ll start reading the books the week I picked them up. If I decide that I’m not going to finish a book, I’ll make the trip to return it knowing that I at least tried. And if I end up finishing a book or two, I might consider buying them if I like them enough. But even if I do buy those books, it’s rare that I’ll read them again from cover to cover.

When searching for a book to read, we’re looking for one that will pique our interest–hold our attention for hours and days. It’s one we don’t want to put down, one that will make us think about the story, the characters, and stirs us to compare it to our world. We could spend days looking for such a book, one that we hope will inspire us and change our outlook on life–give us some insight too.

At some point, we find a book that appeals to us. We start reading. But what ends up happening is that after a few pages in, we get bored–become uninterested in the story. Even though the synopsis sounded exciting, the story doesn’t go anywhere. Nothing exciting happens. We start yawning every time we read a page. It’s one of those books that gets great reviews, but our experience doesn’t match them. It’s as if we’re reading a completely different book. That great book that they praised and lauded was nothing like what we read.

In reality, however, a great book isn’t one that we find. It’s one that we discover once we’ve finished it. But what makes a great book anyway? Every reader has their own criteria of what makes a great book. Perhaps one way to put it is one that we wish we could write. Or maybe it’s one that we would read again.

There are times when we take a break from reading. It might be because we’re starting a new project (i.e. a writing project), going on vacation, or we’re busier at work. Whatever it is, getting back into reading can be hard. It’s like exercising a muscle that hasn’t been used in a long time. Like going for a jog when we haven’t jogged in a month or two.

The words leap off the pages one at a time. Processing the sentences and the paragraphs feel like a chore. Everything takes more effort than it should. But overtime, it gets easier. We become quicker in processing the words, sentences, and paragraphs. Our page-count increases with each day.

Soon enough, the book that took us so long to start becomes a breeze to finish. We already have the next book in mind. It’s easier to dive into that book, to visualize what’s happening, to understand what’s going on. As we begin to read more, our pile of finished books begin to stack up.

Then something comes a long, something that deters us from reading regularly. We forget about reading, and focus on our current tasks. A month or two goes by. At some point, the itch to read comes back to us. But it’s not so easy to start.

After finishing a book, it can feel like a wave of relief. It’s somewhat like making it to the end of a race and gasping for air, eager to take a break. There is a sense of accomplishment, especially if the book took several days or weeks to finish. We’re proud of ourselves for staying until the end. There were times when we yawned from the boring parts and wanted to give up. But we told ourselves to not quit, to finish the book.

If the book was exciting and enthralling, we never want it to end. When we do reach the end, however, it’s like a rollercoaster ride that abruptly comes to a halt. We want the adventure to keep going, to experience new twists and turns. Alas, there are no more tracks (in this case, pages).

Even though the experience is over, the ideas are still turning in our mind. We still hear the characters voices, thoughts, and continue to wonder what will happen after we’ve closed the book.

Collecting things can be a fun hobby, especially if it’s something that we can enjoy like books, movies, etc. I used to collect books, buying various books from authors I enjoyed reading (even if I didn’t get to reading all of their books) and housing them on my bookcases. As the years past, I would revisit the books, open them up to read a few pages, then put them back to read another.

But in general, collecting things never seem to have an end. Not only that, we run out of space, have no place to store the newest items for our collection. Overtime, the collection will gather dust, and we might even forget about what we had bought–or grew out of them.

Some people donate their collection to make more space, or because they no longer have an interest in the hobby or the things they collected. In my case, I donated boxes of books, not only because I did not read them anymore, but because I didn’t have the space for them.

It felt good to have less stuff, to make room for newer things. I still think about the books I read, the ideas and characters they implanted in my mind. Even though the physical books aren’t in my possession, the books themselves have stayed with me in how they shaped me and influenced my life.

It’s a different feeling when you return a book to a library as oppose to a bookstore. When returning books to a library, it’s more like you tried them out, took a chance to see if you were interested in them or not. When you return a book to a bookstore, however, it’s as if there was something wrong with it, something that convinced you not to keep it.

Of course, when you return a book that you’ve purchased, it means that the book wasn’t worth the value you paid for it. You had spent a decent amount of time and energy to drive to the bookstore, to leaf through the pages, and bring it to the cashier to buy it. In keeping the book, it means it had some value, whether it was for enjoyment, or if it had some educational/informational value.

But to reach the point where you decided to return a book, it means that you no longer have any intention of reading it. It’s as if the book bored you to tears, or was so difficult to get through that it wasn’t worth the time or money you put in to buying it.

When returning books to the library, it’s not so bad, since you probably checked out a bunch of books to read. But if there’s a book in that pile that’s worth reading, a book that brought tremendous value to you, then returning it is a sad goodbye. You wish you could keep it instead.

In fact, you might drive to the bookstore afterwards to buy it, or at least, order it online. When a book has that kind of effect on you, you know that some books will stay with you forever.