I blame my mother.

So, Mom tells me yesterday how she has already finished the book I gave her for Christmas.  I get home and look around.  I'm surrounded by books.  I would probably have to quit working and sit at home for years before I'd get all of them read...which sounds better to me than most people might believe and certainly than they'd wish on themselves.  I decided that simply won't do.  I can't quit working, but that doesn't mean I can't get after some reading.

Tonight the movie version of Bill O'Reilly's book Killing Lincoln is on the FoxNews Channel.  Figured if I'm going to watch the movie (which is starting right now), I should read the book.  So I started reading it last night.  I've read a little bit tonight while other things were on and before picking up the technology.

So I will have to make sure I start carrying this book around with me and find times to read.  I love to read and have many, many options from which to choose.  So why don't I?  Time?  Energy?  Lighting?  The television?  So many sorry excuses!  I guess this is a little bit of a pre-New Year's resolution except that I'm not promising to read more or a certain number or anything like that.  Just feeling that if I'm going to own so many books I aught to at least try to read a greater portion of them...

...I would wait until I retire and have more time, but my luck the economy will never allow that, so...I bow to the jealousy of Mom's managing to read a whole book in a short time.