Hello to you. Fine of fettle are we? I'm not so bad, thanks for asking. Quite chirpy actually. Laughed my socks off yesterday at a very inappropriate joke whispered to me by a good friend. I was in a shoe shop. There were stares.
How do you read?
Do you read in bed? Or perhaps on the way to work? At lunch time? Or is it a snatched five minutes here and there? Do you read loads of books and then not bother for months? Do you have several books on the go at once, or do you concentrate on one at a time? Do you read in the bath? On the loo? Do you walk around with your nose in a book, bumping into furniture? Do you only read on holiday? Do you read anything and everything, or enjoy a specific genre? Fiction, biography, poetry? Hardback or paperback? Waterstones, Amazon, second hand, e-reader, borrowed, new, charity shop? Do you keep them once you've read them, or pass them on? Do you keep your favourites? Do you have a collection of loved authors?
I read a lot. I'd read all day if I could get away with it. I do find it hard to read on the beach, because I tend to nod off. Not good when you're in charge of little ones near water. But yes, I do love to read. I've been accused of being anti-social when I read. I have been shushed on the bus for laughing out loud (it was Bill Bryson's 'A Walk In The Woods' His friend Katz is flirting with a waitress. He leans over to Bryson and asks "Is she ugly?" To which Bill replies "Only compared to other women." Well it made me chuckle).
I may be a frustrated writer. I get ideas, and they get written down. But never seem to get any further than that. I think you must need a modicum of self discipline to write, and I'm the kind of person who starts a diet on Monday morning only to have thought "sod it" as I tuck into a piece of cake by the afternoon. I have read books and have almost hated the author, it's been so good. Margaret Atwood springs to mind. And Annie Proulx. I've shared them with other people, but there's a part of me that wants to keep it to myself. To not share, and let it be my own delicious secret. Do you ever get that feeling?
I've got a few books on the go this month. H Is For Hawk by Helen Macdonald, The Wire In The Blood by Val McDermid and MaddAdam by Margaret Atwood.
Oh and my Mum bought me a Kindle for Christmas. It was wholly unexpected. I've been quite vocal in my opposition to them. And I was going to make more of an effort to buy second hand and borrow from the library in 2015. But I have been giving it a try. I'm not sure I like it. I mean it's not particularly romantic reading Wuthering Heights from a black plastic rectangle is it?
Joining in with Laura