Reading is always something that I have loved to do.
Before I began graduate school, I would try to maintain a consistent reading habit where I would read a book from various perspectives each year. The topics I mainly used in my rotation were biographies (probably my favorite genre), history, religion (history, theology, etc), politics, business, classics, and various current events. I found that by reading often, but alternating between a consistent group of topics, I developed an ability to view issues from many different perspectives. It also helped in conversation, because while I was expertly knowledgeable in only a few areas, I had a basic understanding of many topics. With the exception of those few areas of expertise, my general knowledge was, as they say, a mile wide and an inch deep.
When I began graduate school, a wise friend,
Jenny Lund, suggested that I stop my personal reading program and focus strictly on the books needed for school. Any spare time used for reading should be devoted to class-related books that went beyond the basic requirements of the syllabus.
I had a hard time with that counsel and even ignored it for a few weeks. But it quickly became clear that if I didn't devote myself to my studies, I wouldn't be able to master the subjects of my degree - even if I came away with a diploma.
I reluctantly gave heed to her advice and soon found my reluctance giving way to gratitude.
Unfortunately, a car accident changed my reading habits again. On the way to pick up a blue blazer to use in business meetings, a woman ran a red light and hit me. The recovery has been slow and two injuries in particular altered my reading regimen. First, my cognitive abilities took a hit. For a long time, I couldn't process information. I couldn't think into the past or into the future. I forgot the meaning of words. I would read the same paragraph over and over, rarely understanding it. Second, the intensity of the pain made it almost impossible to concentrate on reading. My passion for learning gave way to hours and hours spent watching television or movies on the internet. I had to have powerful distractions just to get by.
The last six weeks or so have finally demonstrated what I hope will be a generally positive trend. There are still rough times. When the pains come, they come with full force. The stresses of all that has been lost and all that I anticipate losing as a result never leave me. Their power over my mind sees me up through the night, paralyzed by fear. But I am learning, slowly but consistently, to deal with the pains and the stress. And while the last month or so has been a roller coaster ride, I choose to emphasize as much as possible the fact that the roller coaster has gone up several times. There is still a long road to travel. I anticipate certain things will be lost forever. The efforts of the last several years will no longer yield the fruits they were devoted to producing. Yet pain and suffering have the remarkable ability to create depth of character and forgiveness that cannot be purchased with any amount of money and no duration of ease.
One of the thing that symbolizes the occasional, but increasing, upward motions of this roller coaster has been my ability to read again. Certain things are beyond my grasp. The complexities of national health care reform to which I devoted so much time and energy and on which I depended to secure substantial, yet reasonable, financial reward now seems largely like a foreign language. I expect over time I will be able to grasp it with the mastery I once did. But for now, I am pleased that I can sit in a chair with a book for several hours instead of having to depend on television and movies to see me through the pains.
This morning, I read a newspaper article in which two individuals,
Terry and Fiona Givens, shared "five must-read books from each of their personal bookshelves." I found the lists very interesting and began to think of what I considered must-read books.
My mind went in a little bit of a different direction, however. Every person approaches a book for a different reason, from a different background, with different degrees of sincerity and intensity. Unless I was speaking to a very specific audience, I don't think I could come up with a list of must-read books.
But I do think I can come up with a list of books that have had a significant impact on my life for one reason or another, a list of books that have shaped who I am, who I want to be, and how I view books.
In the next little while, if my health allows, I plan on writing a couple of blogs that will probably focus on (1) books that I consider to have had the most influence on the first 32-years of my life and (2) books that I hope to read over the next several years.
I may also share some thoughts on my approach to reading and some general thoughts about books, either in a separate blog posting or weaved in somehow with the other two.