Finding time to read seems to be an issue if you are not the type to make it a priority. Really, though, I think the major obstacle to finding time to read is not Life itself, but the television. I try to limit my TV viewing. Time is so precious to me, I can't squander hours away in front of the box. Not only am I a parent of two little girls, I work full time, and attend college full time. The best thing that ever happened to me was the invention of the digital recorder. I can tape my shows and watch them on my schedule. Some of the TV shows I find worth my time are: Torchwood, Lost, Doctor Who, Pushing Daisies, and My Name Is Earl. I'm not loyal to any of them, and a great book takes precedence over watching TV. Last year I managed to read sixty four books. This was the lowest total for me in years, but my Fall semester was reading intensive and I don't count textbooks in my final total. I also do not count my YA reads, but I read quite a lot of them to stay on top of what the library has to offer teens. I have been known to read in line at stores, at the park while the kids play, and while waiting for my terminally late friend to arrive for our lunch date (I kind of count on that time). I also take the light rail to and from school and manage to sneak in a few chapters on the ride. Most of my reading takes place in bed before I go to sleep. This a carry over from childhood when I read throughout the night with my flashlight under the covers. The next day would find me laying exhausted on my desk feeling lethargic and counting the hours until I could return to my story.
A side story:
The library is the best resource any neighborhood can offer. Books, magazines, movies, and Internet all free from one cozy place, I can go on and on about how great it is but most readers know that already. The stack of books I have on my night table, all arranged and waiting to be read, would have cost me one hundred and fifty dollars had I ran out and bought them. And then there is the matter of the storage of the tomes when I'm done with them. When I first started at the library I had four bookcases full of books, and I came up with this brilliant idea to donate some of my books to the library. Surely they would welcome my rare finds as they were absent in the collection! Unfortunately the library ended up putting my donations right into the book sale and, as a result, I ended up buying my own books back. Well, we live and learn.