Obligation reading

Published July 23, 2014 by Shannon

I’ve been having an issue lately. Though I don’t have many books I’m obligated to read, there are certainly some. And I’m not reading them. This even includes voluntary obligations, like the Rifter.

I took on running a book club this year for an organization I’m passionate about. I should not have done this, for a variety of reasons that aren’t related to anything except my personality.

So I’m feeling really rebellious. There are books I should be reading, even books I have promised to read, and I just don’t want to. At all.

I will get a Rifter post up soon. But it falls under the category of obligation for me. Luckily, it is the shortest of my latest batch of obligation books, so I’ll probably finish reading it first.

I think what makes this batch of books harder to get through is that many of them I’m anticipating to be horrible. The book club I shouldn’t have volunteered to lead is reading something that is marked as religious fiction, which I do feel somewhat obligated to at least attempt. The one I go to for work next month is reading Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress, which, if it is secretly awesome, I would love to know that, but basically it looks like a giant pile of things that annoy me. And our Book Hoarders book, though it was my suggestion, has not grabbed me yet.

In the meantime, I plan to keep with the strategy I’ve used before-mix in pleasure reading with the obligation stuff and hope the “I don’t wannas” go away.

2 comments on “Obligation reading

  • “I think what makes this batch of books harder to get through is that many of them I’m anticipating to be horrible.”

    Ooh, sympathy. I’m in a snarky-marginalia-in-crap-books pseudo-book-club and it’s done bad things to my overall mood. The other day I was reading Jo Walton’s latest when an acquaintance looked at me and asked “oh, is that another punishment book?” No, I replied, but “punishment book” is a perfect description of the others!

    • Yeah. I sometimes enjoy a bout of books that are so bad they’re good. But when someone else picks them out, it really can feel like a punishment. It’s one thing to inflict them on myself… to have others do the inflicting just makes it all into homework.

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