Books, books, books,…

Currently, as I see in my kindle app, I’m reading 42 books. Don’t be flabbergasted. There was a time where I was reading 100 something books. When I got bored of a book I changed, sometimes after a few lines, sometimes after a few paragraphs. It was a time when I was very restless in my head.

The “normal” readers don’t understand that I can read so many books. Now I try to focus on one book at a time, but it is difficult. I just need to change. Sometimes I read a fiction book a few pages and switch over to a non-fiction book and go back and forth, but I have so many books that I read at the moment, because I have so many interests. I have books on writing, books on psychology,… Everything interests me. It gives me fodder to ramble about when people talk to me.

It helps me to give interesting comments during conversations, otherwise I would have nothing to say. I’m one of those persons that can’t spend time watching the news or reading the newspaper. I think it’s a waste of time and money. My theory is that, when something important happens, I will eventually hear about it anyway. So I don’t have to spend my precious time on nonsense. Or as Sherlock would say, I don’t have to spend precious attic space on facts that don’t matter. I would rather fill up my brain-attic with interesting facts that I read about in books.

I really love random facts. Here’s one: How can you tell water in a plastic bottle is sparkly or not. Look at the bottom. If it has those bulbs, it has fizz. Flat bottles are more fragile and will bulge under pressure, that’s why the bottles with fizz are of a more coarser plastic. (Did I tell you I love random facts?)

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