A moth hums in the screen door, either trapped or chasing the light from the lamp beneath which I am reading, light it will (hopefully) never reach. I am not sure which is better. But alas, I am not a moth, so I cannot say for certain.

It took me a long time to get to this point, that point being reading for fun, for leisure. Reading without constantly checking how many pages I have left, how much time has passed, how much longer the library is open.

At first, I had to set timers. 15 minutes to start. I would read for 15 minutes, without underlining, tabbing, or taking notes. Reading just to read. Not to memorize or test or ingrain.

Reading like I used to, before law school ruined it, ruined a lot of things, at least for three years, anyway. Continue reading →