Book Haze

Upon awakening this morning, read in one sitting, thirty-plus pages of the book, "Old Records Never Die,"  ..... an amazing accomplishment of sorts considering that these days, at this advanced age of life, I usually can't read more than seven or eight paragraphs of any book without becoming exceedingly sleepy in a physical book with paper pages or Kindle edition dropping to the floor sense .... I read until my left hand became fuzzy and numb, likely from a long undiagnosed case of carpel tunnel, ..... (which also rears its ugly head when I left hand steer a lift truck at work for five minutes) .... and this because I wanted to do something constructive this weekend, like maybe finish a book. A rare feat for me because I'm always working on five or six books at a time at the rate of two or three pages a day. Not from each book but from one at that moment and place in time inspired selection, which I'll generally stay with for two or three weeks until I get the sudden feeling or urge of excitement to go back to that other book, which I haven't picked up for two or three months and which I previously put down in mid-sentence or paragraph and have mostly forgotten what I had already read and comprehended .... and like I said there's usually several books that I'm playing this rotation game with at any given moment.

I find myself wanting to write a review of this particular book, even though I still only on page 196 of 274 because for some reason I'm not forgetting what I read before and it's also causing me to feel like laughing and crying and everything in between while alternately going along on the authors journey searching for lost records from his youth and simultaneously recalling vividly my own past life and loves and not just the search for vinyl records life and loves, because he's talking about all these memories, emotions and experiences of younger days. Which is the effect that a book should have on a person and with this book it's multiplied by ten for me.