I used to read books all the time. As a kid I’d cycle between two or three books at once, and would always read something before falling asleep. (In middle school my before-bed list was full of Stephen King novels).
Since leaving college, I just don’t like to read books anymore. My assumption was that all those hours of reading about goddess symbols the Peloponnesian War and The Woman Question have short-circuted my brain. But I got out of school six years ago…I should have recovered by now. Perhaps I spend too much time looking at monitors–playing video games, writing reviews of said video games, proofreading other people’s reviews, reading blogs. My glasses are due for a new prescription, and my optometrist is putting no-line bifocals in them. Maybe that’ll help.
Still, this reading problem is a lucky one; comics and graphic novels don’t cause the same trouble, so now I read a lot more of them than I used to. I’ve been enjoying:
Hatpire by Becky Turpin. About a vampire who wears a hat. None of the characters use words (spoken or written), and they’re all “somebody should make a plush toy out of this” cute.
Alison Bechdel’s memoir Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic.
Uzumaki by Junji Ito. Spiral shapes influence a small town in strange and scary ways.
Octopus Pie by Meredith Gran. “A Brooklyn drama” that’s really very funny.
I’ve also been doing a lot of drawing, thanks to the little Wacom tablet I bought.