My name is Fizzy and I have a serious book habit.
For the past few years I have been able to conceal this from my family by only reading on a Kindle but paper books are more enjoyable. You can’t beat the sensation of reading a book, it’s immersive. So I decided to revert to proper books again but there is a hitch.
When you read books you have to have somewhere to store books. We have bookshelves galore but it is never enough. Shelves get full really quickly, so then there are piles, the piles become stacks, the stacks become walls. When you have walls of books the people you live with ask awkward questions about when you intend to read all these books. The insensitive swines!
To make it worse writers keep writing (I pause here to appreciate the irony)! In the last few weeks Matt Haig’s “Father Christmas and Me”, “The Wisdom of Sundays” by Oprah Winfrey and “The Book of Dust” by Philip Pullman have been released. That’s a lot to get through. I also have a Christmas list of books that it would be nice to receive.
When I explore the world around me, I get inspired and what I want to do is read about what inspires me. That leads to more books.
Who has time and space for these books?!? I don’t! But, ah, there is always a but…
My life is mine to design and I can find the time to spend worrying about pointless stuff, I can find the time to refresh my emails every 20 minutes, I can find the time to say “I’m tired” 782 times a day. I have time to read. I have time to read a lot.
This week, like all weeks, is 168 hours long. If I work 50 hours and sleep 50 hours, I have 68 hours to do other stuff. No one is doing chores for 68 hours. This week I’m going to get at least 8 hours reading time. It’s going to be a gift to myself. Now I must dash, I have books to read.