Reading a Book
It's beginning to look like fall around here. More leaves are turning colors but the weather is still holding onto summer temperatures. This past week has overall been relaxing and calm. I treasure the calm moments because who knows when and where the chaotic moments will occur.
Sometimes the chaos is just in my thoughts.
My daughter lent me a fantasy novel she really enjoyed in hopes to entice me into her genre of reading. Initially when I started reading The Curse of Chalion, I doubted my resolve to dig deep into a created world and a lengthy story (502 pages). Like many people I will recite a mantra of 'I don't have time'.
I've been treating this past week as a luxurious vacation since I didn't have to babysit on Tuesday. I have a whole entire week to do whatever I want. I've been digging deep in the freezer creating easy to heat meals. Of course I've been knitting and then there is the reading.
On Monday, I chose to read during the day, telling myself just an hour will do for this tome of a novel. Over the course of the week I've dedicated more than an hour a day to reading sometimes three hours. I discovered the JOY of being immersed in a story, thinking about characters and wondering what will happen next in the plot.
I checked my news feed less often (I know, this week has been a doozy of a newsy week) and returning to my novel instead. I noticed also how I usually knit and read at the same time. This mass paperback book is too little to prop open, I was forced to just read.
What a wonderful experience.
When I was a teenager there was a used book store I shopped at often. The owner charged half price for paperbacks and would give 1/4 of the listed price for trade in paperbacks. I would scour the shelves, looking for books that would have the most pages for the least amount of money. I would purposefully seek those 500+ pages of novels.
Sitting and reading my daughter's book reminded me of those days. My specially carefully procured pile of books that would transport me for as long as possible to a different time and place that only a novelist could take me. I'd sit on the front porch swing and read away while drinking iced tea during the summer months.
Those days were forty years ago! And here I am, reading a book, being transported to another world this time fantasy. I'm not multitasking with my knitting (which I love to do). I'm enjoying doing one thing.
The older I get the more I find that I am not into just one genre of books. Give me a good book and I'm happy to read.
I am proud that I made the time in my day to commit to a personal reading challenge and to have the joy of discussing the book with my daughter once I finish reading.
What do you wish you would squeeze into your days that makes you happy?