I love my book collection. In a world of tablets and e-readers, nothing beats turning the pages of a physical book. Sometimes I retrieve a book from the shelf that I barely remember. The singular thing that I recall is that I enjoyed reading it.
Reading a book is like meeting up with old friends after a long period of being out of touch. Retracing the storyline and recreating the image of the characters in my mind is like recalling wonderful but forgotten memories.
Sometimes, I remember the results of a plot twist. Other times, I am delighted by the surprise. I often marvel at how little I remember of something I enjoy so much.
The activity of reading is a pleasurable, multifaceted memory exercise. I am engaged in the imagery as if it were new to me. Simultaneously, I continue to push my ability to recall the upcoming events of the story.
After I finish reading the book for the second, third, or tenth time, I reflect on the aspects that are most enjoyable. I take delight in the language, plot, and character development.
The best stories offer me a little bit of everything that engages my mind.
Today, I intend to find and begin reading a book that I recall nothing about. Surely, the choice I make is going to be something I know that I enjoyed, but simply remember nothing about. I look forward to the adventure that waits within those pages.
Self-Reflection Questions:
- What is my favorite genre of book, and why?
- How does re-reading a book affect my perception of it?
- When is the best time of day for me to read?
Mocha Girl Alysia