Half-Starved Book Worm Feasts

For the first time in years... maybe even in a decade, I have time to read. Lots of time. And I've been chewing through books like the half-starved bookworm I am.

I didn't realize quite how much I missed reading. I tried reading on and off the last few years and might get through a book or three during the year. Yes, it's a sad number. But every time I would try to read, I would get distracted by what needed to be done-- whether it was papers to grade, stories to finish writing, chores that I'd put off. Reading was a luxury for a long time.

I've read seven books in that many weeks. And I'm rather enjoying myself. I've read Vicki Hendricks, James M. Cain, Wade Miller, Robert Fate, and Libby Fischer Hellmann. I've even managed to switch my internal editor to a lower level of criticism. I don't know how that happened, but I've manged to just enjoy the story. Kind of like when I go to the movie theatre with Hubby for our yearly, anniversary outing the to the Theatre. I shut off most of my brain and just enjoy the stimulation of my cerbral cortex.

I wish I could say that I'm going to keep this up. I may, through the rest of the summer. But I know that once Fall comes back, I'll be back to reading text books, student papers, and other such fun things.

But for now, I've got another book all ready with my bent bookmark inside the first chapter, waiting to absorb me as the summer moves languidly by on puffy clouds and warm breezes.

Of course, I do my reading in my controlled climate habitat. My current spot is in the old easy chair in the living room. I do have one those big rattan papasan chairs, but since I've been unusually clumsy the last few weeks, I'm a bit concerned that a reach for my drink would end with the 'cereal bowl' chair flipping my flakes. Again.

What's your ideal reading situation?

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