I am not a fast reader. So sue me.
I used to worry about being a slow reader, but I’ve realized that I don’t just read slowly, I luxuriate in books.
I’ll visit Quequeg and Ishmael for a few chapters. I’ll live in The Culture (Iain M. Banks) for an evening. I’ll spend a few hours stitching and catching up with Locke (Scott Lynch).
I like to be able to slow down and imagine these behemothaurs and their ecology, or stop and try to figure out WHY the ship names are so amusing to me.
I’ll put The Lies of Locke Lamora down and discuss in my head for a while Locke’s realization that his rash actions caused the deaths of his peers.
I spend quite a bit of time looking up terms and words and histories of and about what I read.
I go back and re-read a chapter or passage because it’s just so frikking cool. There’s a scene in The Burning Heart of Night by Ivan Cat in which the ship pilot is fighting a foe rendered invisible because of their differing perceptions/relativity of time. Woo. Stop, rewind, re-read. Let’s go over that again, shall we?
If I had to sit and read all of Don Quixote in one go I would hate it and hate life and hate everything. It is a big book with a lot of information meta- to the book. When I take it slowly, I have a great time laughing at the funny bits and making my brains bigger by learning about the history of Spain, history of literature, and some Spanish, too.
Sometimes I get anxious feeling like I have to check a bunch of titles off on a list, but I’m not going to worry about that anymore.
Reading is a journey for me.