… or rather was a reliable escape into a world of someone else’s imagination or life.
When did I stop reading?
Why did I stop reading?
How do I start reading again?
I have plans … I’ll read all day Boxing Day … I did not. I’ll read the next day … I did not.
I have picked up a book and started it, little bits of time give to it, but there are days I can spend reading, just reading … why aren’t I?
I’m even doing the dishes, putting away shoes … I will be still and read.
My book of choice is achingly beautiful already.