
In bed. Still do.
On the floor under the Christmas tree (Heidi, three volumes).
In the car, hoping we wouldn’t get there yet.
During church. Every Sunday. Every service, including during the hymns when I stayed seated not hearing the organ wheezing out the opening sounds, racing though Little Women while everyone else swayed through Open My Eyes That I May See. I was certainly seeing something. When the church goers in the pew behind may have glanced down, they weren’t going to say anything, and anyway, I got the book from my dad’s study amongst ten thousand others, most of which are now mine. And he was the minister after all.
On holidays with relatives, ‘What’s she doing all this time?” I was reading The Wombles. I wasn’t there with relatives. I wasn’t even in Tasmania. I was with Uncle Bulgaria, putting a pin in the map and getting my true name.
At school, getting into trouble for finishing all the readers in the grade four box too fast.
During silent reading which went for a pathetic ten minutes.
On the school bus, bus pass as bookmark.
In the school library, the nerd, lurking in fiction, reading The Purple Plain by H E Bates, thinking that recess time has never been so good.
At uni, ransacking the library for books that had nothing to do with my teaching course.
Between children. With children, The Very Hungry Caterpillar still the same, during work, between jobs. Taking the slow bus to the city to get in another chapter. At the doctor, furious when the appointment is on time and can’t get on with The Hunger Games.
After work, before staff meetings. During staff meetings.
Then. My own bookshop. Reading between customers and boring them with the book. Hiding books from certain customers in case they make a better library than me. Shoplifting from my own shop. Getting home from work and reading. Reading.
Painting by Curt Herrmann
Reading rocks! All sorts, anywhere, paper or screen, fact or fiction, page or blog…gathering wisdom or escaping into another world…. 😀
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Well said !!! 🙂
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A list I find many similarities to, reading during staff meetings Is the only thing that kept sane and the only place you have missed off is the loo, where I have spent every minute of mindless meetings that I could: reading happily!
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Oh no! Haha, you’re right, I did miss the loo 🙂
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Reading was considered somewhat self-indulgent by mother, and a waste of good housework time, unless I was outside riding my horse. But I managed to fit in some reading – anything I could find, including what I found at the back of the top shelf of my older brothers’ wardrobes. Ha! Most of my reading was done at school, or by flashlight under the bedcovers at night. As an adult, of course, one reads whenever and wherever one can. The TV goes unwatched. The garden goes unweeded more than it should. The dishes go unwashed. Retirement is great; one can stay up reading for as long as one wants.
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Ha! Love that 🙂
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You’ve had good reading places over the years. One of my faves is in a hot bath. Don’t worry (I heard you gasp), no real books are in peril. I use my water-resistant Kindle when I’m in the bath.
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I admit to having read a paper book in the bath! 🙂
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Love it! I pretty much read everywhere too!
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That is good to hear 🙂 🙂
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All so wonderful! I used to snack too much while reading so now I read while eating dinner, as well! My sister swears she can read while folding clothes from the dryer:)
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I love to read and eat – I forgot that one! And I used to read while walking to primary school – something I can’t do anymore – walk and read!
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Oh, my; I don’t think I ever could walk and read:)
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