I’m still reading Angela’s Ashes, by Frank McCourt. It was due at the library a few days ago so I renewed it for another three weeks. It’s just pretty sad that a few years ago I would have devoured a 426-page book in less than three weeks, but such is the influence of technology. There are just so many alternatives to enjoying a good book, because with the computer the end process is so readily available, that process-oriented hobbies are neglected. Maybe I’m just harder hit than most where technology is concerned, but, really, there’s nothing good I can say about technology.
I wonder where my love for reading went. If it’s something I have to force to get back then I’m willing to try.