Reading - and beguilement

I estimate there are many ways of reading or digesting a book.

It is a difficult road for me to get into the devouring of literature - of which I hope to some day be able to do. Currently, it is a rare occurrence that I am able to read more then a single chapter in a sitting before I feel it is time to take a break. While, during those uncommon moments I have found myself able to run through several in a row and still have desire to continue - but for the nagging feeling that it might be wasteful.

I suppose I am the voice of the other side of the spectrum, which is probably what makes for a good informative blog or reading experience as a whole. I don't believe I in anyway see more from a specific book then anyone else, though, right now it is just something of which I have to deal with, until it either refines into a purer form, or goes away completely.

I find I have the desire to finish the books I have, and yet, at the same time I don't want to see them end. It is as if I've never read a book before in my life, which is hardly the case, but I suppose like most things, this bicycle, though still going forward, is a wobbly unwieldy beast that can hardly keep a straight line.

I'm almost afraid to finish Anne of Green Gables, because I like this story about the little girl, and I know that she is not a little girl forever - nor do I have much real desire to read others interpretations of Anne - much like I'd not desire to read Sherlock Holmes written by anyone but the original creator - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

So, single digestible chapters are gobbled up, one after the next, and rather, mournfully at times. It'll be nice to move onto the next book, and fall in love again with some other text. Until then, it is the baby steps that will hopefully lead me to an eventual end - which is more the path toward some new Amazing super literate quest.