My preferred method of reading is from cover to cover with short interruptions for food and water. I am not a chapter-a-day kind of person. Or rather, I am not a willing chapter-a-day person. I have small children and usually, to my immense frustration, that is just how it works out. Having a Kindle has greatly improved the situation - Baby Boy can cuddle on my lap, slowly waking up and I can read. When he is older Baby Boy will be a huge coffee drinker but in the meantime he likes 10-15 minutes on Mommy's lap while he adjusts to the waking world.
Baby Boy is almost 3 now (yeah, he really needs a new blog name) and there are no longer numerous stretches of lap time for feeding and he only needs wake-up cuddles twice a day. Luckily, there is this device called a television and with it I am able to achieve some more satisfying stretches of reading - the entire length of Cars, Toy Story or Lady and the Tramp if I am lucky. I try to use this magical device sparingly, but every so often a long awaited book is released or received. Or it is my birthday week. Or I'm watching the kids by myself while Hubby is on a trip with his best buddies. Since all 3 of these things happened last week I felt pretty justified in deploying the television and it's soldiers: PBS, NickJr and DisneyJr.
Alas, my birthday week is over. Hubby is back from his trip. I have two Ilona Andrews ebooks left unread but if I redeploy the soldiers now I will face a severe case of The Guilt. So my bender is over and now I need to be a mature adult and put the books down before my family is forced to stage an intervention. It is back to a half hour a day of much interrupted reading. I'm a pretty fast reader so that should be at least a few chapters a day. Self discipline, I hate you.