I’m always curious to see what other people are reading.
Passing by a young man with a very long bushman beard at 7am on a Saturday morning recently. I had to stop myself from sticking my head upside down, and asking, “what ya readin’ there buddy?” He seemed so engrossed in his book, sitting reading at the bus stop. What was that young man with a long bushman’s beard reading at 7am while waiting for his bus?
I love reading, but too often there isn’t enough time in my day. Certainly not enough time to do all the reading that I would like to be doing anyway. I love reading the Saturday paper, but sometimes I simply have to just not buy it. The pressure to read the thing is too much. Who needs that kind of added pressure? A pile of papers slowly mounting up on the table, taunting me in its silence. If the paper could talk I’m sure it would be whispering.
You haven’t read me yet, have you…
I’m still here…you’ve walked by again and I’m still neatly folded.
Come on now, it’s nearly Friday, and I’m still very much unread…
You know what tomorrow is don’t you…paper day, again.
See how the paper taunts me? How a bundle of paper pages does that, I just don’t know.
Along with the newspaper building up, my pile of books to read is also silently gathering momentum. The beginning of the year, I had set out with a reasonable reading list that I thought was manageable given the slow rate I was reading at the time. That one book turned into two, two turned into three, three turned into ten. I can’t keep up. Have I finished any of them? Maybe one or two… But generally they are all half read. I’m simultaneously reading six books.
Now this, probably isn’t the most clever way to read a book but it’s how I’m slowly creeping through them all. There is the book that doesn’t read particularly well, but I really want to get though it as I think it’s important. There is the light reading book for when I’m so tired just before bed that I can still read a little with an eye stuck shut for want of sleep. There is the informative book that needs to be read with a clear mind, while taking down the odd note here and there. There is the escapism fiction that has essentially only been opened and closed without a proper word been consumed. There are the numerous cookbooks that need to be poured over before I can satisfactorily say that yes, I’m utilising them properly. There is the green building magazine that I adore every page of, so don’t want to flick through unmindfully as by doing that it would almost seem an insult and not do the pages proper justice. Then there is the ever growing list of books that I really want to read next.
My books are pressuring me just as that taunting pile of newspapers. Thankfully these Banana Oat Bars don’t give out that kind of pressure.
Do you ever feel pressure from paper goods?
Banana Oat Bars
2 mashed up bananas
100g melted butter
1 tsp vanilla
1 tsp cinnamon
3 tbls honey
2 cups whole oats
Mix all the ingredients up in order. Press mixture into a greased pan (I used 23cmx 23cm) and bake at 180C for approximately 45 minutes.
Super easy and perfect to nibble on… while you are reading.