You know me, I always have a stack of books on the go.
Not much has changed since my last book post, apart from adding
Snail Mail on the strength of Julie's excellent review.
I try to read for pleasure every day.
What got me thinking about my reading habits was reading this post by Elise.
I scan the newspaper every lunch time and throughout the weekend.
I read what's in The Boy Child's bag every afternoon.
I might read in the evening if there's nothing on the TV.
I always read a few pages before going to sleep, no matter how late it is.
In the first part of the year, I made a concerted effort to carry a book with me.
For reading on the Tube.
For reading when I'm too early for pick-up.
But of late, I seem to have fallen off the book-carrying wagon.
When I was single, I could spend a whole weekend in my PJs,
doing nothing except read, even while I ate.
When The Boy Child was a baby, I read during his nap time (if I wasn't scrapbooking).
When I was under orders to take it easy, I built reading time into my day.
Reading is a lifelong habit for me and it's a habit that's currently in need of some TLC.