Now and then I read a fiction novel. Not so often, though. I think I burned out on novels a decade or so ago. I still read short stories, though. And poetry. That’s what I write and that’s what interests me and holds my attention. Sometimes I read twice. Sometimes three or more times. That’s how I’ve learned my craft…those second and third readings.
When I want to relax, I read biographies or autobiographies of writers or historical non-fiction. Right now, I’m reading Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay, by Nancy Milford. She is one of my favorite poets and I don’t know much about her life other than the fact that she was very outspoken – for a woman – during her lifetime. I didn’t know that, somewhere along the way, she developed a drinking and drug problem. I learned that from the book’s preface. That’s how far I am in the book. It’s 608 pages. I like the fact that the biographer spent time with Millay’s sister and had access to so many private papers and journals,and letters, etc.
I might take a day off,tomorrow and just read.