I've lost that reading feeling

My brother is a blogger. He is officially a multi-blogger. I think I just made up that term so don't steal it. It may make you sound stupid. Anyway, he blogs about his life for the most part, and by life I mean bicycling. Sometimes there are other topics, but not many. A couple of days ago he started a new blog about books. So, as I was reading his first post, and it made me think about two things. 1) Did he take my copy of Kite Runner? 2) I wrote a paper in Comp I that I need to revisit.

I wrote the Comp I paper about 3 weeks in to my return to college a few years ago. It is funny to read it now. The fifth sentence says this: Well, I am not a writer. The writing is a bit clunky, and I see a lot of edits I would make today. But my voice was already making itself heard. Even in the words: Well, I am not a writer.

It was in that class, not much later, I discovered I wanted to be a writer. Dare I say, I discovered I was a writer? I was inspired by my instructor, Rose Hoffman-Toubes.

Enough with the touchy-feely stuff. The point of the piece I wrote was about reading. (See, there is some method to my madness.) In the book, In Fact: The Best of Creative Non-Fiction by Lee Gutkind, in the introductory sections, Annie Dillard says, "You'll have time to read after college." That sentence made my neck hairs stand on end. It was like she was standing over my shoulders whispering in my ear. I was only three weeks in and I already felt like I would never get to read anything but a textbook again.

Now I'm three years in and still feel that way.