My inner child is about six years old when it comes to my Reading Time. My husband can attest to this. When we're working in the same room but he's doing something like surfing Facebook or reading a great book he wants to share (i.e., wants to share funny tidbits every few minutes) and I'm reading my books...I get really testy. I've been known to Harrumph, Grumble, Growl and Sigh, all while curling protectively around my latest literary treat. My poor beleaguered husband finally gives up after about five or ten tries to get me to laugh about the latest in-joke, kisses me on the head, and lets me be.
Books are Introvert crack. We can't get enough time reading to ourselves, whether it be from a physical book, magazine, newspaper, or e-reader. Entire galaxies and new/interesting facts await us! It isn't that we don't want to interact at all...it's just that reading is sacred!
As an Introvert, I don't always want to share my latest find. First of all, I'm not always reading high-brow material. Sometimes it's literature..and sometimes it's good old fashioned pulp fiction with a gratuitous bent! I don't really want to let the entire internet (including friends of friends and oh yeah, my stepsons, niece, and nephew) know the exact copy of that stuff that I'm reading. In the words of my younger stepson (a fellow Introvert), "that's creepy."
I'm not alone in my book-mania, and I love that. Introverts don't corner the market on this by any means...plenty of Extroverts seem fond of Reading Time. With that in mind, I'm certain I observe more sharing of what is read from Extroverts (whereas we Introverts hoard our words to ourselves).
Frankly, I'm a bit of a Gollum about my books. I've been known to throw the occasional Book Tantrum over the Precious. We wants it. We wants the Precious. Now leave us alone with Precious. PRECIOUS!
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