Sometimes you find that books are hard to read; sometimes because the pace is not quick enough or sometimes things move on too quickly for you to catch up, or sometimes because there are too many hard truths that you can relate to that reading has become uncomfortable, or sometimes it’s just not exactly the read you expected it to be. I’m at that stage in reading Us by David Nicholls. I love it, but I’ve hit a reading wall with it, so I’m putting it down for a while and coming back to it later.
I’ve started on a different book: Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman. I read it once when I was in a “witchy” phase (chalk it up to taking anthropology and world history in one semester and working on a paper on comparative witchcraft!) but I don’t think I completely appreciated the book when I read it. I loved the movie though (Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman in one movie with one heck of a soundtrack!). The movie screenplay is different from the book but nevertheless, I loved the movie and the book. I’ve started the book again and I am reading it with different (probably more jaded) eyes and a fresh perspective. I knew why loved it then and I am enjoying it now.
There’s a twist to this as well: I’m reading an actual book! The action of actually turning a page is priceless. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Kindle (being able to carry a veritable library in one’s handbag is amazing!) but there is something beautifully interactive with reading an actual book!
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