When it comes to starting a new book, I am often plagued by false starts. This is because, you see, for me reading is often a mood thing. Not the act of reading—my goodness, no. I am always in the mood to read. The question is, what book am I in the mood for?
If you’re like me, you have two or three bookshelves filled to overflowing. Many of the shelves’ inhabitants are as yet unread. You know that this is a shame—you really do mean to read them. And sometime you will. Is now the time? I mean, you just finished a book. It is time to start a new one after all. Oh look, that one has good reviews. You pick it up and read the first few pages. Nah, that’s not the one for today. You pick up another. Then another. This happens a few times before you throw your hands up in exasperation. You need to pick a book. You can’t not pick a book.
Finally, like the toy in a cereal box, you find the book for you. You read the first few pages. And then continue on to the next few. And then the next few. You don’t feel antsy or uninterested. This is the one.
Then, when you finish that book, you go through the process again.