The other day, I got lost in a book — well, a few books.
I love to read, often multiple books at a time, but I fell short of my goals over the summer. One day would become two and then three and four without consistent reading. I blame the sun, the beach, the flights to fun locations, the friends and family members I had to see, the places I wanted to take my children and the reset I needed after a long spring. But whenever I'm reading less than what I planned, my life feels imbalanced.
A lack of consistency with reading, for me, means there is a gap somewhere else in my life. The time, I know, has to be created. But there are always other things. Always.
That's why I'm inspired by those around me who devour books. They have the same obstacles in their lives.
But their efforts are unyielding.
I told Angela Whited, community sales coordinator and storyteller at Red Balloon Bookshop in St. Paul, that she should have a new role: reading therapist. After our conversation last week, I felt empowered to keep going, despite the hiccups.
For Whited, the consumption of more books than most has not been a perfect path.
"Something I do when I'm like, 'I've got to keep reading' … I've been reading shorter books," she said.