One of my favourite places to read, and probably the most common with many of you, is in bed at night before I go to sleep. I used to be able to read nearly half a book before going to sleep, but that’s not possible now. This, of course, is the hubster’s fault. Before we moved in together I used to read until the wee hours of the morning but now I get poked and prodded, and little whinges of ‘bright light’ creep up from under the bed covers beside me, so now I manage a few chapters, which I suppose is better than nothing…*and no, book lights don’t help either*
I also enjoy reading on my huge comfy sofa – but unfortunately this is also a place where I can get interrupted:
“What ya reading?” says hubby.
“A book.” I reply. I know what’s coming so keep answers short – don’t want to encourage him.
“Is it good?”
“Are you enjoying it?”
“What’s it about?”
Now this may be familiar to many of you, but for those that are not don’t let them fool you – they’re not really interested but are feeling left out because your attention is now away from them. Sometimes it’s endearing, and I look at him fondly *bless him* but mostly I just want him to be quiet so I can READ MY BOOK!
Ahem…anyway. I have found that the older I get the quieter it has to be for me to really enjoy my book. I used to be able to read with music blaring, the TV on or even people talking around me – now I find it boggles my brain. So, it has to be quiet. If I have to endure these distractions then I will as I prefer to read than not, but I eventually found my serene sanctuary – my bath. Nobody follows me in there, *points finger at hubby*, as there’s nowhere comfy for them to sit! It’s utter bliss: warm water, soft scented bubbles and silence….*sighs contentedly* Honestly, to those who don’t read in the bath – you’re missing out!
However, I don’t want to end on a note with the hubby being totally in the dog-house. It is actually getting better. This is because he’s found something he likes to read…and when he’s all comfy in bed enjoying his book, do I seek revenge and turn the tables *evil laugh* of course I do!
“So, what ya readin’?”
In my house I have two favourite places to read. The first is my bed. I love my bed, it’s a four poster and I bought it before my husband and I had even moved in together. It was one of those purchases when whatever the price you just know you have to have it, and I promptly spent a fair amount of time paying the price off. Ironically, when we did finally move into our first flat, the bed was nearly as big as the only bedroom, and we could barely fit any other furniture in the room! But I couldn’t find it in me to care. I’ve lost many hours in it snuggled under a thick duvet, absorbed in my favourite stories.
My second favourite place is my giant, purple armchair. Firstly purple is my favourite colour, but the armchair is also, well, giant! It’s big enough for me to hook my legs up onto and snuggle down under a furry blanket. With two cats and a dog in my house, it’s also rare for my reading sessions to be unaccompanied
There is one place that I don’t read and that’s in the bath. I’m slightly odd in that I don’t get relaxed in bath, and take no pleasure in the whole bubble bath and candle thing. It’s kind of like when I’m at the hairdressers and they’ve put the conditioner on my hair and the assistant then starts to massage my temples, all I can think of is please just hurry up and rinse it off. I have it on good authority from my friends that I am slightly strange in this!
One of life’s frustrations for me is that I can’t read and drive, especially since I now drive to work instead of getting the train. Unfortunately I think the traffic police and my poor car would have something to say if I did! However, over the last few months I’ve discovered audiobooks which have given me even more opportunities to stuff stories into my life. In fact, if you’re an audiobook fan, look out for my monthly audiobook review coming soon!