It bothers me that I can look at my bookshelf, digital or physical, and remember how good a book was, yet not remember the majority of the points it introduced.
This eventually leads to re-reading a book I have read before. Not as satisfying. Maybe it is because I feel it is a waste of time, comparatively, when I could be starting one of the 117 books I have on my Amazon wishlist.
I came across this article yesterday which does a good job at describing this feeling:
Full article - The Curse of Reading and Forgetting - The New Yorker
Any other heavy readers feel the same?
This eventually leads to re-reading a book I have read before. Not as satisfying. Maybe it is because I feel it is a waste of time, comparatively, when I could be starting one of the 117 books I have on my Amazon wishlist.
I came across this article yesterday which does a good job at describing this feeling:
Part of my suspicion of rereading may come from a false sense of reading as conquest. As we polish off some classic text, we may pause a moment to think of ourselves, spear aloft, standing with one foot up on the flank of the slain beast. Another monster bagged. It would be somehow less heroic, as it were, to bend over and check the thing’s pulse.
Full article - The Curse of Reading and Forgetting - The New Yorker
Any other heavy readers feel the same?