This isn't a thread about literacy. As many of you know, I don't read. I've posted that I can't read in two other threads and have lurked in the "Books" forum from time-to-time, as if waiting for something outside myself to happen. Maybe a book will fall out of the sky and knock me unconscious.
I used to be a bookworm and read between six and eight hours a day until college, during which time I read about three hours a day. After college I stopped reading books, somewhat suddenly. Well, I read a small article once that said the mold spores from old books are somewhat hallucinigenic. Perhaps I am only hallucinating non-reading? Perhaps my life is just one big book, and I'm reading it, but hallucinating that it's real?
My students don't know about my little problem. Some of them have given me books as thank you gifts. greenflute and Paulie, a year ago a student gave me Wicked, which you both have discussed, and it still sits on my bookshelf. He loved the book and thought I would like it, too. About three weeks ago a former student gave me Kokoro by Natsume Soseki and The Temple of the Golden Pavilion by Yushio Mishima. He thought I would like them, because I expressed my fascination with Mishima. He seems interesting as a person; I've never read his books!
In any case, I originally wrote this as a post for the "What are you reading?" thread. But, rather than take away from their intelligent bookcentric thread, I thought it'd be best to post this as an advice solicitation.
I know this sounds silly, but I have nothing but admiration for people who regularly read.