BY KARINA MERCEDES MARTINEZ
The summer is almost over, and if you’re like me, you never got around to reading that book you said you would. You know, that book you impulsively purchased towards the start of the year, when you were too busy with work to make time for leisure reading anyway.
Soon enough, June rolled around and “summer reading” became half-skimmed articles or other. Maybe you toyed with the idea of finding a book worth your time, felt the impulse to uncover an amazing summer fling, but you didn’t know where to meet this perfect book, so you gave up searching. Maybe you opened up a novel, but it didn’t open up to you. Now, here we are, a few weeks from fall, and for a long time most of what we read will be assigned to us. No more choice, no more freedom.
It’s been a rollercoaster of a season though, and the fact of the matter is that you are not alone. There’s no need to be discouraged by what you were or weren’t able to do. The first step to reading for fun is simply accepting that you want to. The second step is starting. But why, for so many, is that leap from step one to step two such a challenge?