Reading is one of, if not my #1, favorite activity. I almost wrote not reading = hell, but I overuse that type of analogy and the use of the word “hell” in such a context is hyperbole to the nth degree. Which, I guess, is hyperbolic hyperbole.
Reading is escape, adventure, mystery, escape, escape, escape, escape, escape. Movies? Not so much. As mentioned in other posts, I have the attention span of a gnat. Except when I’m reading. But even then, you can get up and get a drink, make coffee, go to the bathroom, bring up an idea from something that you just read a second before to your husband, wife, friend or stranger (kidding). You can re-read a favorite part, or re-read a page because you have the attention span of a gnat and got distracted for a minute.
But in a movie? Almost as soon as the credits roll I’m looking at my watch. Which I can’t see in the dark. Which becomes all I focus on. Which makes me in a bad mood. Which makes me want to leave. I rarely see a whole movie because I want to. I see a whole movie because my husband or child or grandchild doesn’t want to leave. Actually, I hardly ever go to the movies anymore. When I was first dating my husband we saw so many that I think I used up my lifetime quota.
Right before Christmas I had a small stroke. Basically, my brain was bruised. So no reading for a few weeks. AAAUUUGGGHHH. After about a week I tried reading and got bad headaches. It’s much better now, but the thought of not being able to read much really had the feel of purgatory.
As an aside……one of my favorite jobs ever was working as a cashier during the holiday season at Barnes & Noble. I was surrounded by books, people who love books, and people with whom I laughed. A lot. Ahhhhhh……great job. And I got PAID to be around books.
I read about 6 books a week. I read voraciously. Favorite genres? Mystery, spy, detective, biography, history, classics, short stories, science fiction, fantasy, some romance.
Reading is bliss.