Surprise, surprise, my favourite place to read is in bed with mountains of pillows behind my back snuggled under my duvet. However, next to me is my husband, a huge distraction and often trying to compete for my attention. In any relationship there is a bit of give and take and I have found that if I give him what he wants I can get on and read until I am satisfied. My main reading time is midnight to 4am but as the lamp is a distraction to husband, most of my reading is done from my iPhone, I need to upgrade my Kindle to a Paperwhite as the iPhone can get a little uncomfortable to hold.
Another place I enjoy reading is at the gym on an exercise bike, yes I know this seems a little odd but I can spend hours sitting there pushing my feet around the pedals, while engrossed in a good book. It’s funny as the more excitement in the book the higher the calorie burn, sometimes I wish that I could rate a book by the number of extra calories I burn in a session. My personal trainer is not always happy seeing me sitting on a bike with my Kindle and as such I am limited to the number of times I can take my Kindle into the gym!
I also try to squeeze in a few moments here and there, so school runs is another time. I like to read a chapter before reality hits and I’m playing again with my children. I do love my children and husband but I need to escape the mundane and enter a world of fantasy whenever time and quiet allows.
I’m going to be really, really boring and start off with that most clichéd of reading places: my bed. My bed isn’t the most elegant or beautiful bed, and it is usually strewn with whatever I’m taking out or have brought home with me that day (this is why there is no picture of my bed!). One thing my bed (and my bedroom) provide is quiet. I am susceptible to the slightest noise whenever I am trying to read, and with an African Grey parrot and a little brother in the house, quiet is in short supply.
I was going to avoid this one, but I have to say that I do love to read in the bath. Again, this room is about as quiet as it is likely to get in my house, and has the added benefit that nobody can walk in and disrupt my reading time. I recently came into possession of some Lush bath products now I have to take a book to read in the bath because I’m there so long enjoying the bubbles!
My fiancé is a bit of a car – enthusiast, I think is the polite term – and he spends a lot of time tinkering with his. As he’s away a lot due to his job in the army, I try and spend as much time with him as I can when he’s home. As I know next to nothing about cars, this evolved into me sitting in his car, reading and smiling at him encouragingly when I could bring myself to look away from my book. The sacrifices we make. However, this has actually become one of my favourite places to read.
The seaside is another of my favourite places to read, but as I live in Britain it’s generally not possible to lie about on a sun lounger with sunglasses and sunscreen on. This is where a car comes in handy again: there is nothing cosier than sitting in a parked car near the sea front and reading. You can see how windy it is outside, because of the waves and the lone bucket rolling tumbleweed-like across the sand – while you’re snug and warm. Also, fish and chips usually follow.