I’m a slow reader. That doesn’t mean that my reading speed is slow, just that it can take me a long time to finish books. At any given point I have probably half a dozen books at varying points of completion.
I blame television—well, I suppose I should blame all non-printed media. Collectively, they’ve helped to shorten, not my attention span, but my “patience span”: I simply get bored with books at some stage and stop reading. Sometimes I pick them up again, mostly I don’t.
Many, many years ago, I thought that having several books on the go was a good thing; I said it was like television—being able to “change the channel” to whatever I was in the mood for. Maybe that was true, maybe I was kidding myself, but in any case, if a book ends up on that pile now, there’s a good chance it won’t emerge until I put it back on the bookshelf.
This is the main reason I don’t have a “What I’m reading” thing on this blog. I’m sure that I’d get embarrassed, more often than not, by how long a book stayed there, or the book might suddenly disappear from view without another word from me.
None of which is to suggest that I don’t finish books, because I do. I don’t mention them all here, necessarily, but I hope to mention more. To do that, I need to actually finish more books, but this may take some time. I’m a slow reader, you see.