The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” ― Jane Austen
Sometimes a cup of tea and a warm blanket are the perfect things to find yourself reading a book. No other motivations to take a book in your hand won’t convince you to read it, than your desire to do it yourself. So, as you keep it already tightly in your hands, nothing but its name will push you to the action of opening. Of course ‘the name’ was basically the reason you probably bought it and now as you are about to open the book and read the foreword you do think if it’s really worth it. Now, you stay in doubt to continue reading or to put it back on the shelf. But an inner sound keeps telling you not to give up on this. As you can’t avoid the intrigue to discover the book’s whole world, your fingers start to carefully follow each row and enter its essence. Your eyes are sleepy, your head is slowly falling over the pillow, the cup is empty and under the blanket is already too hot. You think you’ll finish the reading tomorrow but you know from your previous experience, it’s not going to happen. A small break is likely very helpful and you’ll have time to rest and make a cup of coffee. An entire night is waiting forward, no way to flee. ” Come on, i know you can do it” .. and you wake up, realizing that you fell asleep while waiting for coffee. Probably a nightmare, but how else? Everyone is already having their second dream while you’re standing like a ghost in the middle of the kitchen in your underclothes. Dogs barking, fluttering light, suddenly it’s getting quiet, a scary picture, but the book is still waiting to be read. But no, the cake on the table looks so delicious as you can’t continue reading without tasting a little piece, or two. Your stomach is finally satisfied, you take your coffee and find a comfortable position that won’t bore you or numb your legs. The book has captured your attention again and now you look more interested, but this time you want just to finish it as soon as possible. After an hour or two you feel really exhausted, you aren’t in the perfect condition to finish the book. You put it under your pillow in the hope of continuing reading tomorrow, your eyes close and open just in the midday, ‘tomorrow’ has already started. The book is definitely surpassed by other activities and forgotten; sad but true. The next time you’ll know how to force yourself to introduce “reading” into your list of binding activities. Until then, don’t hesitate to reserve some time from your busy schedule for reading.
Enjoy reading !