Learning to Read All Over Again

I like books. bit I'm currently trying to learn to read books all over again. Seriously, it's been a while.

For Christmas, Daughter gave me the Autobio of Mark Twain v1, a big fat scholarly version that's hard to balance on my lap in the comfy chair. If I fall asleep while reading, it's liable to slump over and injure me. Print is dangerous!

I've still not built up my concentration to the point where I can read much at a time, but Twain's great wit and facility at just the art of writing is a big help. His description of the house he rents in Italy goes on for pages, in ripe, often hilarious detail.