As I mentioned in my last post I’ve had the chance to do some summer reading. Reading calms me and makes my heart piroutte with joy, especially when it is a good book. Fortunately my latest reads have been just that.
I have an off / on relationship with books which I am not proud of. I love reading and I love the intellectual and emotional journey that books take me on but ashamedly when life gets overwhelmingly busy it is the first thing that gets neglected on my ‘to do’ list. Reading is one of those pleasures that I feel I must deserve or earn. The housework must be done, the children tendered to, work up to date and all must be good in the world before I feel I can indulge myself in a book.