Yesterday after we were done dinner I curled up on the couch in my living room with Jhumpa Lahiri’s An Unaccustomed Earth. Strains of music filtered in from the TV in the family room where K sat lost in his world full of lights and sound emanating from the TV. It took me a while to get settled in comfortably and get ‘lost’ in the story within the book. To be the character walking along the sidewalk or the one musing over her life in her oak paneled kitchen. I will do a review on the book tonight or tomorrow in keeping with Thoughtful Thursdays.
What I realized yesterday though was reading the book because I had to write up a review seemed less fulfilling than reading a book because I enjoy doing it. I felt pressured to finish as much as I can. Pressured to look at it objectively. At least initially. Once I got involved with the flow of words and the story within the story I was lost to my current world. It reminded me of the other post I had written about having a job I enjoyed. It only reinforces the fact that pleasure is in things that are not time bound. In things I do because I want to and not because I have to.