Bookworms Anonymous

Lately I've found it really hard to read books. Not the actual reading, that is, but just making the time to do it. And yet I once was a voracious reader, finishing a book or two a week (if not faster than that). What happened? I read articles like Reading for Truth and the old drive to read returns, but then life plows on and the books are left unread, unopened by the wayside. It is not good. My conscience claims that I don't have much time, but that's hogwash. If it has a high enough priority, it'll make its own time. I believe with all my heart that reading is necessary to living a well-balanced life and that it's superior to movies in many ways (go listen to Gessel's talk and you'll see what I mean). I think that if I start chronicling my reading escapades here, then I'll have to start reading again because I certainly can't write about nothing. :)