If you have not figured it out by now, I love to read. If you need proof, evidence will follow the colon:
We write about whatever we want to on this blog, and a majority of my posts happen to be about books, but I assure you this is not a book blog.
As I have a lot of experience reading, I am also familiar with the downfalls of reading, which will follow the colon:
- There are a lot of large words that I’ve learned from reading that would make me sound really smart if I could actually say them, but alas, I cannot begin to fathom or even think to how to pronounce these complicated, complex, and intricately difficult words. English just has to be really stupid and someone can’t look at a word and know how to pronounce it, someone else actually has to say it so the first someone can hear it, but these are words that no one usually uses in everyday speech. In my opinion, the pronunciation keys in dictionaries are pretty useless, but that may just be me. I have no idea what those dots or lines or swoopy thingies mean.
- Reading-while-walking has led to me walking into walls, but more often other people, although this hasn’t happened to me in a while, as I’ve (mostly) mastered the art of reading-while-walking.
- When I’m reading I usually have no idea what’s going on. More times than I care to remember, I somehow agreed to do some favor or something for someone or the other with no recollection of the favor. This has led to Extreme Disappointment on the part of Someone or the Other.
- If people attempt to communicate with me while I am reading, it usually doesn’t turn out well because they normally assume that I am ignoring them, but trust me, it’s not like that! I just had no idea they were talking to me in the first place.