Reading

Reading has been one constant my whole life. I remember the first book my Dad bought me. I was 8 years old and we were at the dime store in Boscobel. He wanted to buy me something, and this is hard to believe, I know, but I couldn't think of anything I wanted. We happened to be in the aisle that had books so Dad pointed to them and said how about a book? I got one, it was a "Trixie Belden" book. The first in the series, "The Secret of The Old Mansion". I have been hooked on mysteries ever since.
There are lots of authors out there with recurring characters and series. Some of my favorite authors are John Sanford, Stuart Woods, Robert Ludlum, Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston, Jeffery Deaver, and Agatha Christie. There are others of course, but the list is to long for this blog.
I am sure it would be mind boggling to know how many hours I have spent reading. I have come to realize that while reading is wonderful in many ways it also has a few drawbacks. For one thing, it is a very solitary activity. The hours spent reading don't exactly hone your social skills or give you much physical exercise. While I don't exactly regret the time I have spent reading, I have come to realize time is finite and some of it could have been used more productively. Perhaps pursuing dreams..........