Although I love it, reading is something that I go through stages of doing a lot of and not so much of, depending on what I'm doing. While travelling I read a lot - I took five or six books with me and continually swapped them at hostels and with other travellers. It sure made for a heavy bag, but the idea of being without a book on some of those long bus rides was not inviting. I've managed to continue this habit here in London, mainly because I spend 30 minutes on the tube each way to work. I'll usually see at least one person on my carriage with one of those Kindle things. I must admit, I view them with disdain - it's probably not particularly environmentally friendly of me, but I think one of the greatest pleasures of reading is the actual book. The feel and smell of them. So many of my childhood books were wrecked with love - probably because I took most of them to bed with me. The idea of using an electronic tool to read a book just doesn't appeal to me. Although I must admit I seldom buy newspapers or magazines anymore since it's almost all available online. And on a Sunday morning when I want to read the papers, can I really face getting up, getting dressed and walking the ten minutes to the corner store to get the Sunday Times and come back and get into bed with it? As with most people, I am not a pretty sight on a Sunday morning - see, I'm not just thinking of myself here. It would be nice though - there's something about letting the sun stream through the curtains as you sit there with a cup of tea and the paper dismantled and spread out around you. But when I can lean out of bed and pick up my laptop and have it instantly at my finger tips, why bother? And no smudgy fingers.
One thing about London that is conducive toward a society of keen readers is that the books are relatively cheap here. Many of the high street bookstores offer '3 for 2' deals and with Amazon having both new and used books online, you can always find a good deal there. I am still a big fan of books being lent, exchanged and handed on.....and this makes me slightly more environmentally friendly (take THAT Oprah!) - it's always great to share a good read with someone else. I was pretty happy yesterday to find a local store with £1 second hand books and bought My Year of Meat, by Ruth L. Ozeki, which my cousin recommended to me recently. The best books I've read recently would have to be Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman (a great selection by my Dad who has always had an incredible knack for being able to pick books for me that I've never heard of but end up loving), The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb and Sydney Bridge Upside Down (Dad again), a wonderfully written book by a New Zealand author David Ballantyne, first published in 1968, it has been out of print for 30 years until recently but very artfully written. All of these books are currently in the hands of friends. One of the books I carted around South America with me was The Thirteenth Tale, by Diane Setterfield - I finished the book right at the beginning of my trip but the edition of the book was somewhat unique and it was such a great story, I carried it on the rest of my trip so I could send it to my sister when I got back. In this modern age, I'll happily use the internet for my news, weather, jobs, flatmates and movie times, but as far as reading goes - give me a good book any day.
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