For some reason, a few of the books I have been reading lately make me feel like I am slogging my way through a swamp instead of transporting me in a way that makes me forget about my surroundings. It’s been perfect reading weather, too: cold and/or rainy. I am trying to figure out if it is just me or the books themselves or something else entirely that is causing this unusual phenomenon (it’s not you, it’s me).
As my mind does on occasion, it wandered and meandered and flitted through many channels of thought until I am somewhere else. Have you ever been thinking and wondered how on earth your brain got you there? The process can be very enlightening and/or funny…but I digress (see how easy it is?).
What I ended up wondering today: where is the place that I like to read? Does it depend on the weather, the book, the time of day? I spend a lot of time on my computer, so sitting somewhere a little more comfortable is always high on my list. Today, for example, I have the fireplace on and am stretched out on the couch. It is raining out and the light is diffused, so I need a good reading light (check!). Since my dog, Dash, absolutely does not not not enjoy rain/gray/storms (he’s a rescue pup, so I think that has something to do with it), he really loves it when he can wedge himself between the back of the couch and me on days like this. We are acting like the cheap version of a Thundershirt, I guess.
One thing for sure: I have to put my feet up. Always. Don’t have any idea why.
I always wanted to have a window seat that has a plush cushion and lots of pillows, and maybe a curtain that you can pull across and hide behind. Or maybe one of those wicker egg-shaped seats that hang from the ceiling (which I used to have when I was a kid). Reading in bed is good unless you are tired (zzzznore). Outside on a sunny day always sounds good, but in my experience, either it gets too hot or there are too many bugs or it is too bright, especially if reading a book on a tablet.
Where’s your favorite place to read?