I am a compulsive reader. If I'm reading a good book, I only put it down long enough to take care of necessities. I stay up way too late and forget all reason and responsibility. When the book ends, I feel only relief that I can return to life.
When I was working full-time and raising kids, I never had the time, so it wasn't even a temptation. Now I have the time, but lack the self-control. I was reminded of this as I devoured the Hunger Games series this week: my house fell into shambles and my poor children lived off goldfish and TV (only a slight exaggeration:). Therefore, I am resolved to stick with non-fiction until my children are grown or at least more independent. You better hold me to it.
I never read either for that same reason! The last book I read was The Help and it was amazing but I stayed up all night reading it.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't feel bad about the goldfish and TV. My kids live off of that even when I'm not reading!