Falling in love with reading again
Reading used to be one of my favourite pass times. Without question it was how I would choose to spend my free time, and reading for half an hour or so before bed was the norm. That was a few years ago. I realised a few things recently. Firstly, I realised that I was in the process of reading three books all at the same time. I also realised that I don’t read half as much as I used to. I now find it quite difficult to get really interested in a storyline to the extent that I am not itching to pick the book up again first thing in the morning, and it almost feels like a chore to read before bed. So the book sits in the drawer untouched for days/weeks sometimes even months at a time until I miss the act of reading and I try and get back into the reading routine again. And because it will have been so long since I had last read the book I’d have to go back a chapter or two to remind myself what was going on; at which point I’d remember why I stopped reading it in the first place
