I’ve rediscovered the bliss of reading. As a child, my mother would tell you that I loved to read. I sailed through Doyle, Keene and Christie determined to read every book on the mystery shelf at the Fishers Public Library. I annotated and dog-eared and spilt coffee and Earl Grey upon the contents of my little personal library.
I never truly lost that love for words, after all I began university as a writing major before deciding to specialize in journalism (more writing) and PPE (a mouthful of a name which I believe means reading, writing, analyzing and advocating).
Yet reading became drudgery. Comprehension quizzes thundered in the midst of each chapter. So for a while, I invested my time in other things, good things: art, photography, writing and music.
This year, something shifted. I found an old Goodreads account advertising “reading goals” and being on the lookout for a new year’s resolution, I committed. That commitment doesn’t seem as weighty now (one additional book per month beyond required reading that informs personal or spiritual growth and challenges pre-existing thought).
Three months and six books in, I wondered how I decided to downgrade reading for a significant part of the last half decade.
My reading list is growing and shifting and diminishing and I love it. Right now, it shouts "liberal arts student." Here is what I’ve read this year thus far:
Nun on a Bus by Sister Simone Campbell
Night by Elie Wiesel
Dangerous Territory by Amy Peterson
The Ragamuffin Gospel (re-read) by Brennan Manning
The Road Back to You by Ian Morgan Cron and Suzanne Stabile
Present over Perfect by Shauna Niequist
How Should We Then Live? by Francis Schaeffer
Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist
The Book of Aron by Jim Shepard
Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand
Life of the Beloved by Henri Nouwen
Home: A Memoir of My Early Years by Julie Andrews