1 May 2012
mostly, I've been reading
It could be because something wonderful happened, something that made me burst with happiness and marvel at how freaking awesome life is, or it could be because something a bit shitty happened, but either way I haven't blogged, written or drawn in weeks.
The good, the bad, the ugly...
But here I am, moving on, getting back into the swing, sitting in front of the screen with the little cursor winking away at me excitedly, hello, you're back! Yes I am, but no pressure, please.
What I have done these last weeks is read. Gobbled up books in a delirium of other worldliness; there was a haunted stately home, a make-up artist who did it with a film star, a girl who could taste emotions in food, a woman who meddled in the lives of her friends and a boy who could see monsters. Oh, and the Hunger Games trilogy.
I'm an all or nothing kinda girl when it comes to reading. I'm either reading whilst blow drying my hair/as I'm ironing/during sex or I don't pick up a book for months. Which works out well as it gives my frazzled ends/burnt fingers/sex life time to recover.
I just finished a book last night. Now I have the choice of diving in head first to another, or letting the natural ebb and flow of my reading habits take me into a book free month or two. Albeit a month or two during which I still compulsively read magazines, blogs and the back of shampoo bottles whilst I'm on the loo (in a voice like I'm doing the voice-over for the advert, you know? ...enriched with chamomile, almond & aloe vera to help eliminate dullness, revealing radiant tones that shimmer & shine... I know you do it too).
Maybe I should tackle, Vanity Fair, a book my A level teacher told me was wonderful and hilarious, but which I can never get into. Maybe I should read some poetry; short, sharp but hard to digest, something that takes little time to gobble up but takes up thinking space. (I bought a second hand book of love poetry a few weeks back and the inscription inside reads, To my first love, Clair, on your 21st birthday, with love, Tom XXX And she gave it away? He must have been a creep. Maybe Tom broke Clair's heart.)
Anyway, the point is... books are medicine, books are life affirming, books are escape, books are opportunities and wisdom and encouragement, books change our worlds.
Books make things better.
So which books have you flung yourselves into? Which ones have been there for you to crawl into when you need an escape hatch? I would love to know.