February 22, 2012
I do believe that there is something amiss in the space-time continuum. How else can you explain how I can plow through Sophie Kinsella's I've Got Your Number in two days and I have yet to get past page 100 of the Scorpio Races. Both books are interesting and well-written so how come I can invest equal amounts of time to reading both novels and yet wind up in two completely different places? I know that the obvious answer is that one is easier to read than the other but I hold fast to the space-time theory. We all know that a good book can be a time suck, but what if it's true?
Now, I can get all philosophical and make statements like "with a good book, you can travel through space and time to distant lands and foregone eras." Lovely, isn't it, but I'm talking about an actual bending of time so that equal amounts of reading results in unequal amounts of reading accomplished.
I think I'll blame my Kindle. The amount of energy I need to expend holding a physical book and turning pages must have resulted in less pages read. That must be it. It's the only logical explanation, right? Of course, I could also attribute it to the fact that I've Got Your Number is a romance, full of fluff and fun, and the ever-present promise of sex somewhere near the end, but that would make me shallow (honest, but shallow). Nope, I'm goin' with time warp. It's just easier that way. Don't you think?
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