I love books and I love reading, so this year I’m making it a priority.
Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, there are times when work and family and house cleaning and studying and my various pets get in the way of reading. When there’s a never-ending list of things to be done, I find it’s too much of an indulgence to sit down and read.
But I have to read.
Reading is really important to me. I read to relax. I read to escape. I read because I enjoy words and stories. I read because I want to be a writer.
And I want to read more.
I want to read widely. I want to explore new authors and old favourites. I want to lose myself in a book.
And it’s difficult because there’s not enough time in the day to fit everything in.
At the moment, my reading time is in the evening, usually in the hour before bed if I’m lucky. There are nights when I read a few pages but then my eyes start going and before I know it, I’m too tired to read another sentence. When this happens it takes me a long time to finish a book, which means I don’t enjoy it as much as I usually would. And that’s disappointing.
I love reading a book in a few days, and being so engaged that you can’t put it down. Lately, even though I’ve been reading some fantastic books, I’ve struggled to have the time to really appreciate the story and the characters and the language.
Well, no more.
It’s time to make a change.
My 91-year grandad died just before the New Year. His death made me think about how we need to make the most of our life and do the things we enjoy, the things that make us happy.
Reading is important. Reading makes me happy, so it’s time to stop feeling guilty about spending time reading, and just read.
For 2015 I have set myself a challenge: to read at least sixty books. It’s not that difficult. We may be well into January, but I’ve already made a start. I began the year with Murakami’s Norwegian Wood and Kathleen Jamie’s Sightlines.
This year is going to be about enjoying and celebrating my reading. Look out for regular updates here on my book blog.