During my interview for admission to Stanford University School of Medicine many moons ago, my interviewer asked me to discuss the last book I had read. See, I had listed “reading” as a hobby on my CV and actually continue to do so. Unfortunately, although I had just read a book in the months prior to that interview, I totally blacked out. I couldn’t remember the title nor the author and only stumbled to describe the book. It had been a foray into science-fiction, not a favourite genre of mine. Maybe that’s why it hadn’t left an impression on me. When I got back home, I made it a point to include the book’s name and author in the thank you letter to my interviewer. Margaret Atwood – The Handmaid’s Tale. I mean I needed to save face, right? Needless to say, I was waitlisted.
Since then, the rate at which I read books for leisure has dwindled. I once had a voracious appetite, but now I am embarrassed to describe myself as a lover of books. How sad is it that when people are talking about Chimamanda Adichie or Dan Brown I haven’t a clue? Although, I’m not a big movie person either, I’m doing much better in keeping up to date in that arena and that’s a shame.
So with fellowship behind me (and hopefully the boards), I have vowed to pick up reading again! I can’t wait to be able to finally contribute relevant discussion in the presence of literary aficionados. Follow me with my weRead feed to the left.