I love words - written, sung, spoken. I majored in English. I'm a technical writer. Every now and then, I remember to take the time to look for good books to buy, and then, try to make time to read them. However, I recently realized something about myself that is quite disappointing to...myself. Intelligent, literate folks approach new books with a certain respect and read each word carefully, making the most of the experience. A book, if well written, should be consumed slowly and purposefully. A proper reader takes the time to not only appreciate the author's artistry, but to also stop every now and then and contemplate the symbolism, recurring themes, the underlying messages. I find myself, instead, gorging myself on the words...reading so fast I skip sentences and have to sometimes glance back up at a paragraph to make sure I haven't missed a plot-altering line. I can picture my brain processing the words in the same way an old typewriter bangs letters on the line then boomerangs its carriage back to start again. I can almost imagine my head moving from left to right, and then "ding"...back to start the next sentence. I feel I'm a glutton at a book buffet instead of a connoisseur of fine literature. I need help.