BTT – Goldilocks

This weeks Booking Through Thursday question:

"Are you a Goldilocks kind of reader?

Do you need the light just right, the background noise just so loud but not too loud, the chair just right, the distractions at a minimum?

Or can you open a book at any time and dip right in, whether it’s for twenty seconds, while waiting for the kettle to boil, or indefinitely, like while waiting interminably at the hospital–as long as the book is open in front of your nose, you’re happy to read?"

Hmmm.. I need some light. I don't like the room to be dark, and if its too sunny, it hurts my eyes and I need sunglasses to read (I have light sensitivity). 

It's hard to read with the TV on, but I can do it. Radio is much easier to ignore.

I don't mind interruptions and putting the book down, but if its certain people like my mom who interrupt me and then a minute after I pick up the book again interrupts again, and then does this a dozen times, I get a little miffed.

I don't care what chair I'm sitting in or how comfortable it is.

I can probably read most places. I carpool, and I read in the car this morning on the way to work and the light changed across my page with trees blocking and unblocking the sun, and we had the radio on, and the car was obviously moving, but I still read about a hundred pages. I've just always been a person who can concentrate and block out everything else. Sometimes I won't even hear people trying to interrupt me. This actually makes certain people annoyed - they think I'm deliberately ignoring them. I really don't hear them. The same thing happens if I'm watching something on TV that I'm really focused on. Or when I'm thinking intently about something.

I'm pretty much an anti-Goldilocks reader.

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2 thoughts on “BTT – Goldilocks

  1. 🙂
    Mothers are a special case. I think she does it because she can. I can't work from home if she's around. She interrupts my work with tasks I should do for her. And she is impervious to annoyed glares of disbelief and piddly "I'm WORKING" noises from me.

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