{"id":5716,"date":"2020-11-06T09:00:15","date_gmt":"2020-11-06T14:00:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/?p=5716"},"modified":"2020-11-06T09:00:15","modified_gmt":"2020-11-06T14:00:15","slug":"reclaiming-the-joy-of-reading","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/?p=5716","title":{"rendered":"Reclaiming the Joy of Reading"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Written by Jasey Roberts<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I had a similar experience to a lot of people when they were young: I read a lot. From the first Scholastic Book Fair that rolled up to my elementary school, I was juiced up and ready to go with titles like, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Captain Underpants<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> and <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Diary of a Wimpy Kid<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. I read everything, from picture books to chapter books with nothing to look at. I read Rick Riordan\u2019s <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Percy Jackson and the Olympians<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> twice over. I read the one magic boarding school series penned by The-Author-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Once I hit middle school, I (much to my current dismay) marched to my local <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Barnes and Noble <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">and announced to the store manager that I wanted to read these elusive things called The Classics, whatever they were. I was ten and already a snob about \u201cthe canon,\u201d apparently. He gave me an armful of books like <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">To Kill a Mockingbird <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">and <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Catcher in the Rye (<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">which I still keep on my shelf and secretly have affection for, despite my acknowledgment of all of the relevant criticisms). I read books in every place you weren\u2019t supposed to. I got headaches from reading too much and headaches from not reading enough. My life was halved into the times that I got to read and didn\u2019t. In short, I was a reader with a capital R.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Somewhere along the line, I kinda stopped and other things became more important. I always read pretty consistently, but now I was reading for different reasons, and I wasn\u2019t reading nearly as much. For most of my teen years, I hadn\u2019t enjoyed reading. I just knew that it was what I was supposed to be doing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This is something I\u2019m trying to change. Not only am I trying to read more, but I\u2019m also trying to read more of what I <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">like<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Reclaiming the Joy of<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> Reading is not an incredibly cool headline, but it\u2019s been a big part of my life for the past month or so. I go for walks almost daily. When I do, I\u2019ll put on an audiobook of Gabriel Garcia Marquez\u2019s <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">One Hundred Years of Solitude <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">and try to make sense of it. I try not to make myself feel guilty about not wanting to finish a book or about sampling multiple books at once (I\u2019ve discovered that I\u2019m a much more petty and noncommittal reader than I\u2019d thought), but most of all, I try to have fun.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Written by Jasey Roberts I had a similar experience to a lot of people when they were young: I read a lot. From the first Scholastic Book Fair that rolled up to my elementary school, I was juiced up and ready to go with titles like, Captain Underpants and Diary of a Wimpy Kid. 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