I know that I’ve blathered on about this before, but I’m still having a hard time coming to terms with my reading problems with my migraines. After being such an avid reader, I find it is agony not being able to read the books I want to. The size of the print is a huge factor, plus my blurry vision problem and my loss of concentration.
I’ve found through the years that what I choose to read really reflects my life at the time. In my late teens, I was all about the classic authors like Thomas Hardy.In my early twenties, I switched to Philip K. Dick and Frank Herbert. Later, I switched to British chick lit.
Now I’m reading short dose humor books and light biographies about people like The Spice Girls. Also, I've rediscovered the Beatrix Potter books after watching the movie Miss Potter. I loved those little books in my childhood, so now I'm going to read them again. Another thing, I've found are young adult novels like Gossip Girl.
In my office though, I still have a huge stack of books waiting to be read, and I just couldn’t bear them staring at me any longer. I could swear they were mocking me.
I divided them up into new stacks. One pile are the books which I will hopefully read someday and the other stack are the books I can handle now. The someday pile went into the closet where I can’t see them. I can still feel them in there, waiting, but I feel as if some of the pressure is off me.