Reading is such a pleasure, to distract yourself from the wrold and to become or be with someone brilliant and unusual. However, I find it harder and harder to actually read with quality - not devouring books in pursuit of disctraction, but also getting something valuable, something to think and argue with myself about. I've decided that the reason of it is that I simply have no one to discuss the books with. Friends either read different books and our feedback is summed up in something like "the book is about ..., and it was brilliant", or they are simply not interested in what I have been reading. And with the reading ones we do not discuss books, do not take sides of one character or the other we just admit the fact that we'd read it as if asked for advertisment. Maybe I am just imagining myself a perfect book-buddy, but that's what I miss. So, maybe, to restore my ability to analyse my reading, I could do some reviews.
