Taking time out for… reading
I used to read a lot of fiction. As a child I would power through books in a way that only a kid who lived opposite a library could in the 1980s. As a teenager, I discovered Anne Rice’s tales of vampires and witches, giving myself headaches from reading pages and pages of tiny text in very bad lighting. Getting a job where I commuted via car and was exhausted at the end of the day meant that my post-uni years were more likely spent with a magazine than a book, but my recent adventures as a mature student got me exercising my reading muscle once again.
But it wasn’t fiction. When faced with the question of “what are you reading?” my answer would usually be something non-fiction and fashion-related, and I could never remember the last time I read fiction. At the end of last year I snapped up The Guyliner’s first novel and enjoyed it so much that I thought I should perhaps try reading more fiction in 2019. The ideal opportunity to get started soon presented itself, as I was lucky enough to spend a large chunk of January sat in the sunshine with a loaned Kindle in one hand and a cocktail in the other.
I’ve signed up to Good Reads and am aiming to use my six book head start to get me to a 30 book total for 2019. OK, so only two of my six have been fiction so far, but it’s not a bad start. I just need to get some recommendations now, and to find some time to read. Distractions are everywhere so I think I’ll also be looking for tips on how to avoid them. Perhaps I need to find a quiet spot for lunch time reading so that I can get at least an hour a day fitted in. Wish me luck!