“To be myself I need the illumination of other people’s eyes and therefore cannot be entirely sure what is my self.”
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves
I finally gave non fiction books a chance. Women From the Ankle Down by Rachelle Bergstein and Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg were the two books I tried. Both were informative in their own way. The first book especially, cause it had a lot about Salvatore Ferragamo and the Varina flats is something I’d like to own.
I also managed to finish reading Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events series. Daniel Handler is my new favorite children’s book author. The man really know how to write. I’m super excited for his new books although Who Could That be at This Hour didn’t hit the spot.
For 2014 I have a huge list of books to be read, a few half read books to finish and a longer list of books I want to revisit. I want to tear myself away from thinking that reading The New Yorker and Cosmo can substitute for reading books.
Note to self : just because you get a free copy of Cosmo Latina in the mail DOES NOT mean you have to read it.
The number of times I’ve picked up a book and dropped it to check my phone is despicable. I have a huge stack of books to be read, yet I find myself watching random YouTube videos. At first it was funny like “Oh I’ll just watch this last cat video and get back.” But the thing is it never stopped. There are a million videos on YouTube and somehow I’ve made it my aim in life to watch them all.
The next experiment I tried was to turn off my computer so that I could concentrate better on my book. But my hands have a weird magnetic attraction to my cell phone and the next thing you know I’m checking Twitter. I realize the need to disconnect myself from technology is infinitely greater now.
I can feel technology slowly creeping in to all faucets of my life and setting shop. I know that’s a bad thing and I should stop, especially when it comes to my reading. Sometimes I feel like this online life is inching out my social life and just my life in general. How do I consciously stay disconnected at least for an hour without checking my phone. I don’t even get that many messages! I’m not that important!
When I was growing up I was anti social yes, but I read. I read all the time. I tried my best to get out from playing with other kids so I could read My mom hated it. She pushed me to play with the other kids. We can see now that it had absolutely no effect on me. I just want to go back to the time when I didn’t own a smart phone and my brother didn’t let me touch the computer. Things were much simpler back then. I didn’t worry about the future or Instagram and I managed to finish reading my book in record time.
Time machine or tips, anyone?