When I was in college, one of my professors stressed the concept of a reading journal. It would be a place where not only would I be discussing literature with myself and therefore using the parts of my brain that tend to deteriorate and die on Facebook, but I would also be writing.
I think I wrote one reading journal entry that was not required for class.
It’s not a habit to be picked up easily. There is always an internal struggle in me in regards to discussing books. Part of me wants to delve deep inside a book and pick it apart. I want to know it inside and out. The other part of me wants to protect the book from any possible injury. Through discussion and extended questioning I might find something I can no longer like about the book. I may discover the way I first read the book was a total misconception. And then I would be so heartbroken, the way you feel when a poorly done movie based on a book undoes the whole thing.
I’m going to give it a try though and talk about the books I’ve read as I work my way through them. My own little book club or book review. Maybe you’ll want to read them too..