…I’m for it. Reading a book slowly, that is. Not just any book. Some books really benefit from slow reading. Last year I joined shelfari and found it revolutionized my awareness of my reading life. (A lot of people prefer goodreads – it is probably a better site – but I enjoy the shelf graphics on shelfari and I’m used to it). The thing that surprised me the most was the fact that I read so many books simultaneously. I wasn’t actually aware of the fact that I tend to have a dozen books on the go. Right now it’s 13 books. Most of the books have a “home” in my apartment and I only read those books when I am in that place. I have a pile of books that I read in bed before going to sleep (one children’s book, a spiritual book, several non-fiction books), a book that I read with breakfast (always a book with a spiritual focus), and a pile of books I read in the living room. There are also a couple of books that rotate locations. I tend to have 1 novel in progress (though right now it’s drama rather than fiction) and a book of short stories which is ongoing (I often take it with me to the laundromat) and more nonfiction books – always at least one on creativity or art. And sometimes, poetry, of course. Because I am in the process of reading so many books at once, most of them get read very slowly. I love this. I might read 1 page or 3 pages a day of a book. The fact that I eventually finish reading the book is wonderful and reminds me of what can be accomplished with tiny daily actions. And because I read certain books so slowly, I live with them much longer. The books become a part of my life, and the authors’ thoughts and writing styles live with me for months and months as I slowly make my way through these worlds of writing. How grateful I am for the abundance of books in my life….