One of my new year’s resolutions for 2014 was to read more. And I mean properly read. Focused, book-in-hand, no distractions, lost-in-faraway-world reading. It’s something I’ve really struggled to do over the past few years (something to do with three little munchkins, perhaps) but I decided it was time.
And do you know what? For the most past I have managed it (except maybe the no distractions part). I’ve had two solo trips away this year, which has helped enormously. Hours in airports and planes have been a blessing I never appreciated pre-kids. I read two books in one weekend. Two!
I’ve also been trying to go to bed earlier, so I can manage more than a few pages before falling asleep. I read in the school pick-up lane, on the weekends when my husband wrangles the kids at “rest time” and on occasion I have been known to lock myself in the loo to finish a vital chapter.
At the moment I’ve got a lot of books to get through, so I’m hoping to knock a few off over the Easter break. I’ve just started Sheila by Robert Wainwright, and I can’t decide whether to move on to NW by Zadie Smith or Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami (both gifted to me by friends). I’ve also been dipping in and out of a few cookbooks I received for my birthday (yes, I do keep cookbooks on my bedside table!). Steve Manfredi’s Italian Food has been a particular joy, filled with history and cultural insights.
So tell me all you busy people, how do you find time to read? And what’s on your bedside table at the moment?