I recently posted that I am in the middle of reading On the Shoulders of Giants by Stephen Hawking, and I have still not finished it. In my defense, it is over a thousand pages long and includes data, formulas, graphs, and scientific detail. It is a hard read, probably the hardest read I have ever tried. It is still fascinating, but there are some points where I read a paragraph over and over, and I still don’t get it. Some of these people have been dead for hundreds of years, and are still smarter than me. But I am going to force myself to finish this book. It is a mission, though I may take breaks in the middle of it.
Now, if that wasn’t bad enough, the other night I found myself at Barnes and Nobel again. While I didn’t plan on buying another book, because I have plenty in my “to read” pile, there were a couple of books that I just had to have. One was the latest part of a series that I am completely addicted too. And the second was a book on failures of the presidents. Not failure presidents, just some of the president’s greatest failures. And on top of that, I can neither confirm nor deny that I also bought a Doctor Who book.
I couldn’t help myself. I had to have these books. And on top of these two new books, I have about another half dozen that were already in the “to read” pile. I cannot let myself not have a stack of books waiting to be read. It always seems that as I read one book, I am already thinking about the next book. It is never that I am bored with the book I am in the middle of; I just can’t wait to get to the next one. And it makes me impatient. I try not to rush through whatever book I am reading (though I may be rushing through the current book).
As I said earlier, with On the Shoulders of Giants, I may take a break after I finish the portion about Copernicus. All of this math and these formulas and graphs are just burning me out. At least I have another book ready to go. I just have to pick one.