Heavy Reading

Some of the reading I do is so heavy!

I love reading paperbacks with their compact size and light weight, but the subjects can be as heavy as they come.  I remember one that I recently read that took me over a month to finish.  It wasn’t that I didn’t understand the words.  I just had trouble grasping the meaning.

Lately I’ve been going to the library.  That generally means hardback books that are larger and heavier, but whose contents are fast paced and the kind I devour in a matter of nights.

Except for now.  I am reading a biography and while I love and relate to this person, the book is not particularly easy reading.  Nor is it small.  There are over 800 heavy pages in a big hardbound book. 

It is slightly oversized and while propping it up on a picnic table in the park, or balancing it on my lap in the living room is entirely possible, reading it in bed is difficult.  I never dreamed that the ten-pound weights I lift to shape up my arms might be a boon for reading in bed!

Maybe as my mind becomes more accustomed to the style, my arms will become strong enough to hoist it up into the puddle of light I like to read in.  But by that time I will have moved on to something different.