As I have done for many years, I submitted my reading list for the past year and an essay to Oregonian columnist Steve Duin’s annual reading contest. Without any further preamble, here’s the essay I submitted in early January:
The last thing I ever expected to announce in a reading
contest essay was that I’m giving up pleasure reading for the coming year. If
you’re anything like the reader I’ve been, the prospect is terrifying.
Books have been my friends forever. My parents read aloud to
me when I was small. My grandmother, folks, and family friends gave me many books
as gifts over the years. I also lived three blocks from the public library in
my hometown, so from age 7 onward, I walked there almost every day.
In high school I was notorious as the kid with the stack of
books. In college, I usually did all the required reading for courses before lecture,
and still took time to read dozens of other books for pleasure.