Reading, for me, is a pretty constant endeavor. During breakfast, on the train, in bed, and in other moments of freedom, I like to pick up a book. But…

Reading, for me, is a pretty constant endeavor. During breakfast, on the train, in bed, and in other moments of freedom, I like to pick up a book. But there’s a strange phenomenon that goes on with my reading choices: when I don’t have to read the book, I want to read it more than when I’m told to read it. For example, last summer I read a pretty interesting history of the western world for fun. But when I got my reading assignments for that semester, which included another book on western history, I was less enthusiastic. I think this had less to do with repetition and more to do with the idea that if something is forced on you, it seems less desirable. I haven’t yet found a way to get too pumped up about my class’ book list, but it helps to take classes I’m genuinely interested in. Even though I might not experience the un-put-downable-book feeling when it’s a forced read, I’ll still be able to get through the book – and hopefully learn something.
– Will