Back to reading

Learning great stories is one of my joys in life. I’ve got many joys, of course. But storytelling is up there.

In my childhood I read tons of books. Throughout adulthood I’ve listened to books, mostly via Audible. My current library consists of nearly 600 titles (to be fair many of those are now kids books for my 11 year old and 8 year old).

Audio story telling is a great way to learn. Before I could read my mom spent time most nights reading books aloud to me and my brothers. Narration allows the mind to absorb, imagine, and drift along the story. It’s a lot of fun, especially if you can play with legos at the same time (or now, wash dishes, go on runs, etc.).

Recently I’ve felt a shift again. A desire to do just one thing. I don’t want to maximize listening while doing other things at all times. Sometimes I just want to do a single thing.

In light of that desire I dusted off my old Kindle Paperwhite, charged it up, and bought a book. In this case Children of Time, thanks to the recommendation of a friend. It’s my first Adrian Tchaikovsky book, and from the first chapter I’m all in.

For the last few nights it’s become my winddown activity for bed, and I love it.