“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.” ~ George R.R. Martin
One of things I promised myself over the Christmas break was to spend a day watching movies and reading my book. It is something I, we actually, had not managed to have time for in ages and it was blissful.
Reading used to be part of life, it was my escapism from the everyday that mainly bored me. I read all the time. At one point I even went to a book group which I loved. However when I started blogging my focus shifted slightly and gradually overtime I found myself writing more than I read and what I did read was mostly online not that there is anything wrong with that mind you, reading is reading but I miss books. There is something special about a book, they are both relaxing and exciting at the same time. I love the way they smell, I love the promise they hold before you start them and the satisfaction I feel when I finish them. I love how they transport me to different lives, places and sometimes even different worlds.
So my Christmas vow has lead to a New Years promise to myself and that is to make more time in my very busy life for reading a book. Over Christmas I finished the one that is featured in this picture. It was wonderful to lay snuggled up warm on the sofa and read stories set in beautiful Greece. I am already half way through my next read, Sweet Little Lies by Caz Frear, which means I am well on my way to reading at least one book a month for the whole of 2018. I rarely set myself goals like that at the beginning of the year as I find I often fail and failing is not a nice feeling but I am determined to make reading books a part of my daily routine again.