I don’t read enough. That’s got a bit to do with how busy I am and how short my attention span is when reading (which consequently makes me read slowly and for brief periods of time). Reading one of Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time novels, for instance, can prove very tedious because I’ll have just read an important page detailing how Moiraine has some sort of special spell called balefire that will save her and her companions but alas: for the last five paragraphs, I’ve been thinking about a delightful ham, cheese, pineapple and sun-dried tomato sandwich I made for lunch. Having taken in nothing of the last page, I’m forced to read the entire passage again or just simply give up on reading for the time being.
In any case, I’m reading a fantastic Emma Donoghue novel at the moment called Room (one critic believes the book is best read in one sitting but, in classic form, I’m two thirds of the way through after at least ten sittings). It is written very intelligently from the first-person perspective of a five year old boy who has lived a very sheltered life since his birth. I won’t spoil it any more than that but definitely give it a read – ’tis a thoroughly different experience to one had from many other novels.