Ever since finishing university & having spare time again, I’ve been struck down with intense urges to read for leisure again. The past academic year I just didn’t get to read in my own time at all, but spent the majority of my time trawling through innumerable textbooks & websites for research purposes. It’s nice to indulge & actually read what I want for once.
So this is my “to read” pile:
Private - James Patterson.
Hide And Seek - James Patterson.
Sail - James Patterson.
Without Prejudice - Andrew Rosenheim.
God Is A Bullet - Boston Teran.
Spiral - Koji Suzuki.
The Brutal Art - Jesse Kellerman.
Precious Blood - Jonathan Hayes.
My mum has been taking full advantage of the “£1 for a carrier bag full of books” from our local library. Books are a staple mental food for me in everyday life, stimulating, entertaining, absorbing, engaging & sometimes emotionally disarming.
And I find this is even more relevant on holiday. There is nothing more satisfying, relaxing, or utterly blissful than laying in the sun with a beer & a good book. In September I’m going away to Spain to see my dad, & I have three whole weeks of that to look forward to. I’ll also be re-reading Junk by Melvin Burgess for the umpteenth time, various issues of ONM (Official Nintendo Magazine) I can get my hands on & any books my dad & grandad have hoarded.
I honestly struggle to comprehend how some people just don’t read, at all.
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