There’s a bookstore in Lisbon called “Ler Devagar” which means ‘Read Slowly’.
The bookstore itself seems like a place where I could spend a few hours, but it’s the name that I love.
When we read a great book, we sometimes want to rush through it, almost devour it; and then, feeling ourselves near the end, feeling the pages in our right hand thin out, we feel that sense of panic in our chest.
If we are lucky, and have any self-control, we put the book down and persuade ourselves to return to the book later to finish it, probably spending the rest of the day thinking about the characters.
And later we do finish the book. Maybe a little sad to have rushed through it?
Reading slowly means rereading a beautifully written sentence,
reading a great passage aloud to someone else,
reflecting on what you are reading.
The excitement of wanting to finish a great book is wonderful. Occasionally, I need to remind myself to take a breath and slow down.
And if I forget in all the excitement? The great part is that I can always reread the book …..