Why am I reading?

I thought, as I rode away from St George’s, bag heavy with three new arrivals (two expected and one find of the day), that my posts on reading are somewhat gnomic and opaque. Yes, I am reading. (Paul points out I spend quite a lot on books, which surprised me, as they are so cheap here.) As to why, or why specifically this book, or the other …

Originally I wanted consciously to avoid having to review a book, as then the weight of obligation would leave me floundering in unread pages. But perhaps, perhaps … one paragraph or so, explaining a little why this book.

Will I manage to do it for all impending books? Well, anyway, perhaps it will make sense a little of why my reading habits tend to go Afghanistan, Afghanistan, China, Central Asia, China, science-fiction.