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I’m reading all the damn time. I’ve always been like that. Teachers had to take textbooks away from me, because would read them in class.

I can’t say that I exactly read more now. More like less, I’m afraid, considering that my job mostly consists of me stuffing things in boxes to be sent away to other people. But every chance I get, I’ve got my face stuffed in some book or another.

I read ALOT! I have books everywhere ( or my IPhone ;-) ) with me no matter where I am. And like you- if the read is a good one, I’m so not hearing/seeing anything else around me.

Which is really helpful at work. While on breaks ( so short, but so needed!) I can tune out the customers, co-workers, intercom, etc.
And let’s not get into at home, when the teenagers start their shouting, yelling, blasting of stereos. They often say they have to tap my shoulder, or put their hands over the page to get my attention.

And if for some reason ( rare!) I don’t have something to read?
CAN. NOT. RELAX! Just can’t. Don’t know why, but that’s the way I am.As for what constitutes “reading”? My son’s English teacher told us parents that she didn’t care what it was- If there were *printed words* involved, that it was reading. Internet, books, comics, instructions, whatevah! ( bless her- because now he’s finally figured out that reading isn’t necessarily a *chore* to be suffered!!!!!!)

Years ago the fear that my teenager wasn’t reading enough led me to watch (spy) on him and what I discovered was that he read. A lot. The sports page, first word to last. The car ads, books on poker, playboy magazine (I hear the articles are great) and other things that aren’t mentioned by the Foundation. It’s all reading.

And somewhere along the path of my wayward youth I learned to love Homer and Shakespeare Jane Austen. For that I thank a teacher.

You may like this.
http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/opinion/2009/0115/1231738223549.html

Count me as another person always reading. I am a ‘total black out’ reader, meaning that when I am reading something (book, newspaper, whatever) the whole world disappears. I neither hear nor see anything else, much to my husband’s amusement and other people’s exasperation on occasions.

I always thought this was a failing of my supposed female ability to ‘multi-task’ but clearly I am not alone!

I’ve always loved to read, but now that I’ve got my Sony Reader I just can’t stop. It just makes it so much easier to read. Waiting for someone at the bar? Got a book! Smoke break? Got a book! Sitting at an auction? Got a book!

LOL and coffee on the keyboard again, thanks to the Keilor link. I have to say that I have always loved to read and had finished the children’s section in the nearby branch of the Vancouver public library by the time I was eight and had to move on to the adult section, much of which (throbbing manhoods) I did not understand. Almost got thrown out of World History in high school for sitting in the back of the class and reading Rise and Fall of the Third Reich. However, despite being an incessant reader (I have been known to read at stop lights), I do find that I prefer some action, some manly men (of any persuasion) and some saucy wenches (of all persuasions, though I seem to be having trouble with the dead ones). I can handle a pale reflection in a snowy window but am happier if a ghost, monster, wild animal, or manly man appears in the window, as well.

ooh, army 49!  Good call.

I’m also compulsive, and sometimes have to get bumped by the shopping cart behind me to pull my eyes from magazine covers and cereal boxes when I’m buying groceries.

I’m finding as I get older, though, that I’m reading less, and it’s TOTALLY because of hormones.  There are some days when books just don’t interest me.  I pick them up, fail to get engaged, put them down, try another, and finally end up cleaning the toilet or something.  A few days later I rip through all the books I tried before, sucked in and enthralled, and OMG EVERYBODY should read this AWESOME book.

Hormones.  They mess you up.

I’m also an incessant reader who is distracted (OH, SHINY) by any words I see.  This is sometimes a little irritating when I’m trying to see the rest of the bumper sticker and the car in front of me insists on driving away and/or turning the corner.

I also have superior powers of concentration when I’m really engaged in a book and can block out any sound or distraction.  Do the rest of you that do this also see the book almost like a movie in your head while you’re reading something you’re really into?

I love to read, and I have since I was in high school when I finally found books that interested me (aka books that have lots of sex in them).  Now (almost 9 years later), I can’t seem to stop reading.  I ave however trained myself to know where I am on the bus, so I don’t miss my stop.  (oh, and my stop on the train is WTF have they done to this station in Queens…such a tourist nightmare…thank you JFK).

i think that reading can be done in many different ways that reading instructions and on video games does not count.  you can read a blog, a magazine (yes even Playboy), a newspaper, a book, and a crawl at the bottom of the television screen.  while you are physically reading, it isn’t the same thing as reading those other things.

took58—took me 58 minutes to actually get this done while waiting for Roto Router.

Same here. Read all the time. I have books stashed in various rooms so I am never without something to read. I even have an “emergency” book in the car just in case I am stuck at a train crossing or waiting in a school parking lot to pick up my kid. I read cereal boxes, maps, TV guides (I know tons about movies I have never seen), magazines galore, books books books, and it’s gotten to the point where I can’t watch TV if I am not also reading a book or reading something online.

I’ve always read too. I’ve probably lost the ability to be completely lost in a book - I think I’d chalk that up to motherhood - but I could probably still manage 90% immersion. 10% of my brain will be keeping track of time, and suspicious silences.

Be interesting to know what the increase in reading stems from - is it the Harry Potter/Twilight effect feeding through, or is it technology - that so much of that generation’s communication is through the written word that they are just comfortable with reading? 

And word wise, I’ve a particular hatred of clothes with logos on.  Don’t want to have to read people, but can’t help myself trying.

I read a lovely poem once, that I wish I’d cut out from the paper and kept, that was called something like ‘Christmas in a house with no books.’ Was more or less just a collection of the words that the author had seen written on things through the day.

Sigh.  I’m reading less.  I’m having a harder and harder time finding stories I can just lose myself in, though I have recently discovered some new authors (well, new to me at any rate) that I find I can settle back and enjoy.  I like a good sense of humor in what I read and really good relationship, especially when it comes to romance, and too often what I find are sexual relationships with nothing to them beyond the sex.  I don’t like closing a book and thinking once the sex cools down in a couple of months they’re so ending up in divorce court.  There’s no “why” to why the couple is in love, why they’re the perfect ones for each other and nobody else.  After a while I got tired of it and my reading trailed off.  I’m trying to get back into it but now that one of my favorite authors (non-romance) is dead (poor Donald Westlake) it certainly narrows the field.  Even Carl Hiaasen’s last book didn’t grab me.  It’s to the point I’m eyeing his new one on golf just for something to read.

I have, however, started digging through my bookshelves and boxes for my old favorites to read them again.

I’ve been on a reading binge lately—David Eddings, mostly. But I’ve also been playing some video games which have some reading going for them (Legend of Zelda right now). I’ve also been reading my geology textbook, which is sort’ve necessary right now.

Reading defines me. It’s who I am. I don’t ever remember not reading. Mysteries, romances, sci-fi, American history, English history, etc. I am never without a book.

When I first had access to the internet, what did I do?  Why open an account with an on-line bookstore.  I’ve never looked back.  The mailman and the UPS driver are my best friends.

I read constantly, usually 5-6 novels a week. But I can’t read tickers at the bottom of the screen, like on CNN. It moves too slowly for me to have the patience to wait. And I’m not big into eBooks either. I’ve bought a couple of Spice Shorts, but I like to move around and curl up and I just can’t do it with the laptop as well as a book in my hands. And given the size of an iPod’s screen, I don’t see myself doing that once I buy one (in the very near future.)

I’m a book-book junkie.

I can’t help wondering if this has something to do with the lousy economy.  Not everyone can afford to got out to dinner or the movies several times a week or take expensive vacations, but library books are still free, and used paperbacks are a quarter or less in many places.

I am an addict.  My story is much as described by others on this post: Whenever I can I read. 

I have so many books in my TBR that I think I’d be able to read 2 books a day for about 2 months before they would run out.

Question: How often do folks re-read books?

Question: How often do folks re-read books?

Until they’re worn to ribbons, and I have to buy new copies, only to find they’re out of print, and I have to search used book stores, and have trouble finding copies anyway, and end up buying them on-line for prices that are an order of magnitude larger than their original sticker.

Some comfort-read books I’ve read literally hundreds of times.

Do the rest of you that do this also see the book almost like a movie in your head while you’re reading something you’re really into?

Oh, God yes. Did you know, that’s actually a form of hypnosis? Sometimes people get so wrapped up in words, they enter a hypnotic state. Back in high school, I wrote a newspaper editorial about why I read books—I actually had someone—a girl, no less—come up and demand that I stop reading ‘porn’. I pointed out that R.A. Salvatore is not porn. It took a good three minutes for her to get her head around the idea that I read because I liked the story—and she, for some reason, got snippy and said, “I’ve never seen a guy read anything that wasn’t porn” before she swept off.

There’s not telling what words can cause that hypnosis.

Er. Once more, with Coherence!

That hypnobookia is, indeed, a hypnotic state. Sometimes, the words just work on you, but some people are more prone to it. I wrote an editorial which mentioned it—I believe I said, ‘A good book claims you.’

And I wrote the editorial to justify myself to some degree, because I’d caught a lot of flack for being a teenaged guy who liked to read—culminating in that girl who challenged me because I was male, I was reading, therefore I was reading porn.

I am a voracious reader.  I am a court reporter so I read all day every day,  but I don’t necessarily enjoy that kind of reading.  But it seems the more I read for work, the more I need to read for relaxation, kind of like I need to read the good stuff to overwrite the work stuff.

I have found that I don’t remember all my old favorites so I can reread my old favorites every year or so and enjoy them all over again just like they are new to me.

So for that reason I am no longer getting rid of books and not so worried that I can’t find new stuff that I enjoy because I have the old stuff to keep me comforted.

Tina C: Do the rest of you that do this also see the book almost like a movie in your head while you’re reading something you’re really into?

YES. I do that all the time. It’s how I’ve always read and it’s also how I write, which can be incredibly frustrating because the words never seem to come out properly on the page.

I’m another of those people who can’t look away when there are words. Cereal boxes, other people’s newspaper (I really, really can’t help it!), et al. I have to keep explaining to my fiancé that when I’m accidentally reading whatever he’s looking at on his computer it’s not because I’m nosy, it’s because they are words and I can see them.

Thanks to Garrison I now know what was missing when people have tsked my reading choices. Do you think making a finger gun and shouting (big gun) BLAM BLAM BLAM would have the same effect?
I loathe those news shows that have words scrolling across the screen because I cannot read and listen at the same time.

I was big on cereal boxes back when i wasn’t allowed to read fiction. lol yeah I’m divorced now.
I don’t read magazines anymore because I get mad at having to hunt thru 1000 ads to get to the one article I MIGHT be interested in.
I STILL don’t have an e reader so online reading is limited.
Online: Newspapers, blogs, where ever the blogs send me if I want to learn more about something they’re talking about, classic freebies on gutenbergproject and google books, and I bet I’ve read a million exerpts of books where ever I find them lol.

I read all the time, even things I don’t understand.  I’ve learned what sounds correspond to what combinations of letters in Dutch.  So, I can properly say what I’m reading without understanding what I’m talking about (although I still have a noticeable accent).  It’s helped a lot with my general understanding of the language and I can actually pronounce place and street names and people know what I’m talking about.  Pronouncing things phonetically in English will get you nowhere.

I’ve been reading more or less continuously since I was 4.

With a little time out for the stroke, as I had the attention span of my cat (not very much!).

I read cereal boxes.  I quit watching CNN when they went to the crawl at the bottom of the screen, because I couldn’t make out what it said, and that bugged me (half of it was cut off at the bottom, very annoying).  I always have an emergency read in my purse.

I blame my mother.  She has also been reading continuously since she was four.

I found books about fifteen years ago.  I am really dyslexic.  So books were not good.  But my DH convinced me that I would enjoy reading for me.  I don’t have a test.  I don’t have to give a report.  I’m not being timed.  No one will be grading me on this book.  Once I got over the over whelming panic of being in a store of nothing but books I found a great love.  I read voraciously.  I sometimes read a book in a day.  I go no where without a book in my bag or sometimes two.  I now can stand in the isle at the book store and say to my self, I’ve read it, I’ve read it. I’ve read it.

Read! Does the body good!  *grin*

I was big on cereal boxes back when i wasn’t allowed to read fiction. lol yeah I’m divorced now.

what do you mean when you weren’t allowed to read fiction?  was your husband one of those people?

Also, I reread books all the time, although they have never gotten to the frayed condition that others have mentioned.

Alex said:

That hypnobookia is, indeed, a hypnotic state. Sometimes, the words just work on you, but some people are more prone to it.

I didn’t know that.  I must be one of the more susceptible ones, because any fiction that I’m engrossed in runs across the cineplex of my mind, in full color, with sound effects.  (And any fiction I’m not engrossed in soon gets left aside for something that does pique my interest.)

Liz said:

was your husband one of those people?

My husband was.  He admitted to actual feelings of jealousy because “when you read, it’s like no one else exists and I feel invisible”.  I was constantly sneaking books like an addict whenever he wasn’t looking and reading catsup bottles and cereal boxes and tv guides when he was.

Then there are the people who cannot resist the urge to ask total strangers what they’re reading—and then ask for a complete synopsis and/or justification for why anyone would read such a thing.  Hello, if I wanted to chat, I probably wouldn’t be reading here, alone, happily, on this bench/bus/etc.  I wouldn’t be marking my page with my finger while giving the “yeah, that’s nice now please leave me alone thanks” nod-and-smile.  Because, really, I wasn’t just sitting here pretending to be completely engrossed in my book while secretly longing for someone to ask me for an impromptu book report.  And I know for a fact that if I wasn’t reading, said stranger never would have said a word to me.[/rant]

Editorial note:  That was supposed to be “My first husband was.”  My current husband accepts my addiction and even willingly feeds it on a regular basis.  This could explain, in part, why the first one is the ex and the current is the current, eh?

I too am a lifelong bookaholic.  Before I learned to read I would beg to have my family read to me.  I insisted on having 1 book read so many times that I memorized it.  One of the reasons that I love To Kill A Mockingbird was that I could totally relate to Scout’s problems with the teacher who couldn’t deal with the fact that she could already read.  Been there, done that.  Ditto on getting in trouble for “unauthorized” reading in class. 

I would no more leave the house without something to read than without clothes, especially now that I go everywhere on public transportation. 

Alex—-what in the world was this girl’s problem? 

she, for some reason, got snippy and said, “I’ve never seen a guy read anything that wasn’t porn” before she swept off.

I mean really, that’s just insane.

Also, Lil’ Deviant your story about your husband is the best thing I’ve read all week.  He sounds really wonderful and I’m glad that he was able to help you find the joy in reading.

Another inverate reader - the worst punishment my mother could inflict on me was to withdraw library privileges, I would do anything to prevent that…  Entertainingly, she still uses the same threat, but 15 years after leaving home, it doesn’t carry the same weight. 

I read very fast, always have at least one - and at the moment four - books on the go.  Thank goodness for the library, because I really can’t afford to fund my habit.  One of these days I’m going to get into trouble reading over people’s shoulders on my commute - although I have managed to train myself not to accost strangers reading books I hated and begging them to read something, anything else. 

I’m learning not to be jealous of people who see the movie of whatever it is you’re reading.  I hear a play - which, since I read a lot of boring audit stuff for work has its upside, I’m much happier reading yet another technical paper if it’s Alan Rickman narrating just for me…

he felt invisible?  wow.  that is so illogical.  didn’t he realize that while books are good, but they don’t compare to the real thing?  i’m sorry that things ended in divorce, but i’m glad that it did end because when you have to start sneaking around, you’re hurting everyone involved.

i know what you mean when you say that people tend to come up to you while you’re reading.  I hate it when i’m on the bus and someone speaks to me while reading.  It got to the point that I had to put my Ipod on to get them to leave me alone, although there was that one time when someone actually pulled my headphones off to ask me what i was reading and what i was listening to.  Idiots, seriously

Alex—-what in the world was this girl’s problem?

I mean really, that’s just insane.

I thought so, too. Maybe she had issues with guys.

Point is, though, I had a lot of crap in middle and high school. And I did, in fact, get on teacher’s nerves by reading. Especially in English class.

They just taught the same thing every year—stuff I had learned long ago. I remember in 9th Grade, Mr. Knott noticed I read during the lessons, so he decided to see what I made on the test.

I made the highest grade in the class, so he decided to let me slide.

And I did have the highest average in that class…

All the teachers after that had control issues, and told me quite a few times, “It’s good that you read, but…”

Alex, didn’t you love being yelled at for reading English class?  I got that one too and wondered why I could see the irony while the teacher apparently couldn’t.  And I also got left more or less alone after proving that I knew the material just fine.

Jen, you may be jealous of the “see the movie while reading a book” thing, but I’m jealous of this:

I’m much happier reading yet another technical paper if it’s Alan Rickman narrating just for me… 

If only I could hear Alan Rickman reading all the nonfiction I have to get through for grad school.  I enjoy most of it, but Alan Rickman would make getting through some of the dryer theories of US foreign policy much more pleasant.  I wonder if I can learn to hear him?  I may have to give it a shot.

Hi, my name is Evelyn and I am a bookaholic. Why else would most of us be here? LOL

I always have a book with me, and with my ereader it’s easier. There is an emergency one in my truck. My tbr pile is enormous, and the one on my ereader is growing. I keep running lists of books I need to borrow from the library or buy if I can’t find it there.

As for rereading a book, I have so many I want to read the first time, I tend to reread on audio when I am driving.

I read bumper stickers and anything I can when I am driving. I hate when I can’t read the damn things in time. then there is the woman who hit my truck in a snowstorm trying to read my license plate.

And as for missing the train stop, at least you got to keep reading on the way back! I had to train myself not to miss my stop when I rode the bus. Thankfully I had a driver who would let me know in time.

I never have to worry about hubby saying anything about my reading habits (only the book buying habit)- he’s sitting here with his nose in his ereader, just like he has been every night!

I’m much happier reading yet another technical paper if it’s Alan Rickman narrating just for me…

to paraphrase from an old Plotmonkeys blog- everything is better with Alan Rickman in it!

Lori, Alex,  I had the same deal. Most of my poor teachers were in a quandary about taking my books away. All around them were children who couldn’t or wouldn’t read, and there I was, the girl who read too much! According to their curriculum anyway. Not my fault they were only allowed to teach stuff I already knew.

You know, I feel kinda sorry for teachers. I mean, they are supposed to teach, but really, they aren’t actually supposed to teach, know what I mean?

You know, I feel kinda sorry for teachers. I mean, they are supposed to teach, but really, they aren’t actually supposed to teach, know what I mean?

That’s why I got sent to the library so much during elementary school.  Having me in class just made their job harder & made me unhappy & fidgety.  It was better if I just went and spent quality time with the librarians.  That solution worked less well in jr high & high school.

I read all the time.  I read at work (for work), at home, in the car (when not driving), on the plane… anywhere I can.  The Kindle has been a fantastic purchase…except that I am spending a ton of money on books! 
My mom tells me that from the minute I learned to read, bedtime as she knew it was over.  She would put me to bed, come back and find me with a flashlight under the covers… every single night.
If only I could get paid to read…that would be nice!

When my husband-of-now-26-years asked me to marry him, I told him to look around at all the books and realize that I read them, most of them more than once, and I was not going to stop. He built me bookshelves - a whole giant wall of bookshelves!  I love that man.  He just neatens the piles now, because I long since filled those shelves.

I was once stuck at a train station waiting for a friend and was reduced to multiple readings of a candy wrapper. Yes, I am addicted to the printed word.

what do you mean when you weren’t allowed to read fiction?  was your (ex) husband one of those people?

He was following the direction of his religion which says women will want things beyond what their husbands provide if they waste time reading fiction or watching soaps. And a man presiding over a fine household would make sure his wife behaved.  Yeah, bullshit. I didn’t need a book to tell me he was a butthead . Much as I still love him as my kids daddy, he’s still a butthead lol.

That’s why I got sent to the library so much during elementary school.  Having me in class just made their job harder & made me unhappy & fidgety.  It was better if I just went and spent quality time with the librarians.  That solution worked less well in jr high & high school.

they weren’t as understanding in grade school for me as they were in jr and sr high. I used to sit in the back of the class and read and my teachers all realzied that I did much better than being forced to listen or sit in front of the classroom. Now they diagnose that as ADD. Guess they were far in front for their times.

Of all the teachers in grade school it’s my librarians name that I remember, because I did spend lots of time there. I don’t remember the ones in jr and sr high because by then I was well past what they had on the shelves and spent my time in the town libraries.

My daughter has followed in my footsteps with sitting in the back and reading.