No Time For Books

Each year I add a reading challenge to Goodreads. Each year I fail. Once upon a time, I would get through three or four books from the library in a week or so. What happened?

A magazine I subscribe to

For one thing I don’t have as much free time as I used to have. Certainly as a kid and even as a young teen, I had plenty of free evenings in which to indulge.

As the years went by, I discovered outside activities; youth clubs and then night clubs! Full-time work got in the way too.

Over the years though, the amount I read has slowly increased again, so what gives with not meeting that challenge? It’s a low amount, usually twenty books a year. I used to read almost that many in a month all those years ago.

Simply, I don’t read as many books as I used to. I don’t really use my local library very much, which is sad to say. I do buy physical books from time to time, and I also have a Kindle membership and an Audible one too. They count towards my reading challenge though.

Thing is, much of my reading these days is online. Not so much social media; much of that is like reading a trashy tabloid. I read various blogs that attract my interest and I’m a great fan of Medium, where I have a membership.

I also subscribe to several magazines and newspapers.
The Telegraph, The Guardian, The New York Times, The Washington Post, The Spectator, The Economist, The New Statesman, The Best of British, The Oldie, Chap, and Idler.

By the time I’ve read these, I simply don’t have much time for books! Also, by and large, I’m a non-fiction reader, so when I do read a book it tends to be historical, biographical or some kind of reference manual.

All in all though, I think I probably read now as much as did back when I was a kid, if not more.

Keeping A Journal

Do you keep a journal? Why? I do. Why? Because I like to make a note of things that I’ve been doing so I can look back on it in years to come. Also, after my demise, there will be a little history for my descendants to read. Perhaps they’ll even find it slightly interesting in a couple of hundred years or so.

Journalling with coffee

In the past, we’ve really only been able to read rich people’s history. Way back, only the well=to=do had any kind of formal education and learned to read and write. The peasants relied on what they were told and they had no way of checking if they were being told the truth or not. Nowadays. there’s so much information out there that it’s still difficult to know whether we’re being told the truth or simply someone’s biased opinion.

We all see, and perhaps report, events in front of our eyes in different ways. We all have, often unconscious, bias. Some is passed down by our parents; some is developed from our own life experiences.

One of the problems in this day and age of having a free-for-all public stage in the guise of social media is that most of us shout from it, but few listen to it. We also tend to only consume media (of all kinds) from sources that we feel aligns with our own bias or ideology, instead of exploring and listening to what the ‘other side’ is saying and/or doing.

Anyway, getting back to my journal. I don’t really make many opinionated comments. I simply record what I’ve done that day. Right now, I’m going to get myself another mug of coffee.