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I get these awful terrible migraines. A regular migraine consists of blinding headache, pins and needles in my hands, flashing lights in my vision, aversion to any type of light and sometimes slurred speech, it’s a nasty horrible experience. Last week I got the worst migraine I have got in the last few years. On top of the usual I felt physically sick, I had pins and needles down my right arm and leg, and around my mouth, I could barely move and was really upset. This came on while I was at work, starting just like a bad headache, by the end of my break (which was an hour) I couldn’t move, I had to get someone else to tell my manager where I was because the thought of walking down the stairs in that state was unthinkable, I was sure I would fall. Even when I felt able to move again I asked another member of staff to help me down the stairs just in case.
Now what does this have to do with reading you might ask? Well today the other member of staff suggested that my migraines might be triggered by how much I read, I suppose it makes sense. They say reading can strain your eyes (especially if your eyesight wasn’t right to begin with, like mine), and most of the people I know of who suffer from migraine (and I mean real migraine, not headache) are big readers. Could it be a coincidence, I don’t know. Anyway this colleague suggested that I try giving up reading, just for a month or two to see if it helped. I can completely see the sense in what she says, I really can, and in the grand scheme of things a month isn’t really a long time is it? I know it makes sense but could I actually do it. The idea of giving up my books is like the idea of giving up a best friend, I wouldn’t die without them but I can’t imagine a life where I would be happy without them. Maybe, just maybe I could give up if it guaranteed that I would never get a migraine again, but I’d be more likely to say I really should give up reading everytime I got a migraine but forget about it with the sight of the next book I wanted to read.
So is there anything that could make you give up your books (or something else you love)?
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So this weekends blog hop got me thinking about books I have almost given up on but ended up loving. Some books can be really hard to get into, I think there is a small part of me that thinks if I finish a book that I had a struggle with I should reward myself by loving the best bits. The reason I made my 100 page rule is not (as I’m sure it is for many) to stop me wasting time by reading books I don’t enjoy butto make sure I give all books a fair chance. Some of my very favourite books, and some books that I just enjoyed I was close to giving up on at some point. Most notably the first Harry Potter book. In fact I may never have finished it had it not been for the fact that it was Christmas and I had nothing to do. I can’t say I was very interested until at least the incident at the zoo, possibly not even until the emergence of Hagrid, and even now I skip to the shack in the sea when re-reading (and coincidentally have much less knowledge about the beginning of Philosopher’s Stone than I do about any of the reast of the books, despite the fact that I’ve owned it for longer). Once I got to the end though I was so disappointed it was over- you cannot imagine my excitement when I spotted Chamber of Secrets in-store.
Captain Correli’s Mandolin is the same. Lets face it the first chapter is hard. The writing is dense, the subject is not even very interesting- t least not to me, and the presentation doesn’t help make you want to read it. I barely even get the purpose of the first chapter, there is surely a better way of setting a scene? Yet I adore this book, and am still looking for something just as good by Louis de Bernieres.
More recently, but less dramatically I almost gave up on The Secret Scripture, and Pop Co. but ended up really enjoying them (Pop Co. may even be my favourite book of the year this year).
So, yeah, what would I have missed out on without my rule? Who knows. Yet still I think is 100 enough? Am I still missing out on books I would have ended loving up?
But then again there are books I have kept going with, books where I’ve been relieved to finish them. It doesn’t happen often, usually I know early on if a book isn’t going to be worth finishing. How many books would I wish I hadn’t bothered with if I had no restrictions?
So what do you think. Have you almost missed out on any books? Have you wished you had?
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