This week I read quite a bit and now I’m feeling inclined to read some more. I could read all day if my eyes would cooperate. In between reading spells I rest with the cat on my neck and the dog at my side until I feel the need to do something else. Laundry, dishes, cooking, grocery shopping, yard work, watching antique programs on television, walking the dog,feeding the cats and other duties fall into this category. I really should just blitz all the work I have to do and forget about reading until it’s all done. Any bets on that actually happening?
Retirement is great for someone who loves books.
This past week I’ve read I feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron( witty), Cranford by Elizabeth Gaskell (quaint classic), The Sweetness At the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley(humourous mystery). I’m working through Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson(detailed historical/fictional reflection) and The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp (creative self-help). All of these were suggested either by the bookstore I frequent or from booklists that complement some of my own choices. Some new blog friends have suggested some fresh inspiring books and writers and reminded me of some favourite old classics to revisit.
In the past, when I was working I would pick a day to browse for books and carefully wander until I found something. I would head for fiction and then bury myself in the classics that I had missed out on when I was in English Literature courses in university. Safe choices and I was happy with them, I still am. Instead of reading what I had to read for study purposes I found pleasure in reading a classic found randomly.
Libraries are wonderful places to spend time browsing and searching. I’m fond of libraries and have some nice warm fuzzy memories of spending evenings there but I’ve fallen out of the habit of utilizing them . One problem with libraries is that I tend to people watch too much there. Perhaps I really must get my card dusted off and smarten up enough to get back into the stacks where I belong.