I’m a reader. I’m also a writer, but I started down that road because there were stories I wanted to tell that no one had written yet. Given me free time, a comfy chair and something that grips my attention, be the format paper or digital, and I’m happy as a clam. In fact, one of the reasons I’m so eager to get the boxes out of the living room is because we’re creating a reading nook as part of the setup. There’s a room divider that we have to do something with (it belongs to my father-in-law and we cannot get rid of it, nor do we want it where it previously sat) and my husband came up with the idea of using it in the living room to create this nook. It also serves the purpose of making a large space seem not so large while still allowing for plenty of traffic flow if we have a party.
I know I’m going to be spending a lot of time there; we may have seriously downsized our book collection in the move (something I do not want to go through again, thank you very much), but there is still enough reading material in the house to keep us for the next few years — and I’m determined to make a dent on my TBR pile because the ones I kept were the ones I really wanted to read.
At the same time, I’m reminded that there are moments I could cheerfully strangle my favorite authors because I’ve stayed up too late because I just couldn’t put the book down. This happened to me just a couple of weeks ago; I finally read the first book in the Honor Harrington series, On Basilisk Station and found myself still awake after 1 AM because I had to finish the final chapters while having my heart ripped apart because characters I’d grown quite fond of were dying in the final confrontation. And I had to go to work in the morning.
It was a marvelous book, but I also felt I needed to take a break because both friends and my husband warned me David Weber would do the same thing to me again. And, besides, I needed to catch up on that sleep. But I couldn’t stay away for long and Honor of the Queen is now on my Kindle App. I just need to make certain that I I get down to 20% of the book left, I need to not read it when I know I have to go to bed in an hour because I am, unfortunately, no longer twenty and can’t get by on minimal sleep. Still, there is the possibility that I’ll get sucked in and stay up late because I can’t put it down.
So, what about you? Where’s your favorite place to read and who’s kept you up at night lately?