Reading corner . . .
I was reading Book Blogs today and came across a list that a blogger had written: 10 Places to Read. I was staggered. I love reading but there’s no way I could make a list of ten places in which I read.
Once, when I was younger, I could read anywhere. At the table, in the toilet, in the car, in the sun, out of the sun, in front of TV, planes, trains and automobiles. But I’m not young now and reading places have fined down . . . or perhaps become more refined as befits a lady of my years.
I read in bed of course, most often on a Saturday or a Sunday. And sometimes when the love of my life is snoring, I move into my absent daughter’s old room and read there.
At the shack (Australia’s version of the beach house or cottage), I read in the bed there. Or on the window seat. It’s a corner seat along two windows and one looks out to the garden, one to the bay and Maria Island. It’s full of cushions and it’s a fabulous place in winter, low sun streaming in, the blues and taupes of the cushions a reminder of the beach and ocean close by. At the shack my other favourite spot is on the sunlounge under the willows, in the middle of summer. The trees undulate. I am concealed behind a veil of chartreuse pendules and I can hear the waves. The chaise has a blue and white striped mattress and a raised back and between the breeze and the birds, it’s the perfect place.
And that’s it. There is no other place. Although, just between you and me, sitting on a toadstool with a cup of tea and someone . . . not a rabbit, not the Mad Hatter, but maybe the erudite and bookish Richard Armitage for company, well that’d be okay. (http://vulpeslibris.wordpress.com/2009/07/08/in-conversation-with-richard-armitage)
But like I said, that’s just between you and me. And by the way, the book trailer for The Stumpwork Robe is almost finished . . .
I only ever seem to read in bed myself these days. Or when travelling. I read voraciously when travelling.
May I say I share your dream? I’m not Alice in Wonderland … so I’d love to be
“… sitting on a toadstool with a cup of tea and someone . . . not a rabbit, not the Mad Hatter, but maybe the erudite and bookish Richard Armitage for company, well that’d be okay. ”
I can’t even read in bed, my eyelids get heavy way too quickly 🙂
I can only read when there’s absolut silence so that eliminates almost everywhere but my own room. I always envied people who could just read anywhere and everywhere!
SJAT . . . how do you read when you travel? Unless its that your hotel’s, pensione’s, backpackers’ beds are uncomfortable and you can’t sleep. I find I’m too wired and tired when I travel to take in much of what I’m reading.
Maria . . . thanks so much for dropping by. The whole toadstool thing looks a million times better in the prose than the picture, doesn’t it?
Hi Lua, I am like you . . . I go to bed, I read a few pages and that’s it. Suffice to say, when its the weekend and I can lie in bed a little later in the mornings, I am able to read quite a lot. A standard week though, has me reading less than a chapter. And I’m the child who used to make a tent out of blankets at night for my light and my book so that Mum and Dad wouldn’t know I was still reading at one in the morning. Ah dear! That’s such a long time ago . . .