the reading gene

There must be a reading gene, and I must not have it.

Because truthfully, I cannot remember the last book I read. Even more bizarre, I honestly don't think I have EVER finished a it a novel, a textbook, or even a book of sudoku.

But the weirdest part, is that I think I would LOVE to be a be one of those people who has a reading list, to sit in a Starbucks or on a lawn chair in the sun with a book... it totally sounds like someone I'd want to be.  

Call it déclassé all you want, but the truth is, I'd rather do almost anything than read a book. I'm sure the sound of Paramount credits starting up gives me the same satisfaction that a book-worm would get from turning the very first page.

I would also liken the way I reference the scenes in my favourite movies, to the way my past English professors would call upon a classic piece of literature. They can conjure up a quote the same way I can tell you a specific line, where it was said, and exactly how it was delivered. Nods, nudges, winks, awkward steps back and forth, background music cues...I remember it all.

Sometimes I get concerned that too much of my memory bank is being used to store all this stuff. But then the phrase "this stuff" reminds me of that scene from A Walk to Remember where Jamie bites her lip and says (okay, I'm stopping...).

Since I can't imagine feeling this way about the characters in books, I'll think I'll choose to believe that there is a reading gene, blame it on my genetics, and come to terms with the fact that this is probably the closest I'll ever get to a stack of books on the nightstand...


1 comment :

  1. I love reading, BUT

    Center Stage is my 2nd all time favorite movie, not matter how horrible the mass population says it is. (as you know my first is Sister Act II: Back in the Habit).

    signed: pop culture queen


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