Centrifugal brain problems

I thought it would take the internet business a week to send me my books, but here they are! My trouble is (and that’s the wrong word,,) that when I’m assigned to read books witch are boring I have to keep my spirits up, and I’m getting pretty good at that, but I don’t know what to do when I’m inspired. These new books are so interesting to me, that I cannot read more than half a page and all the consequences of the texts hits me and my brain starts to blend, a centrifugal power that draws lines from the text to the most amazing, unexpected places. I have to stop and do something else; it’s a very restless feeling. But somehow it’s also a gift. I see that I’m privileged to love my work, my studies and this, at times, restless mind, is a small price to pay.