Last fall and winter, over the course of writing lists and checking them off, and as the kids left for a visit to their grandparents, I had time to read all the books. Early nights left more oppurtunity for me to make sure the kids were home and ready for bed before 7. Which only meant that I had time to sit and read after they went down. When they were away, there were many nights I took myself out to dinner, and sat with candlelight and pasta, devouring them equally. At times, it seemed like everyone was on a date, kissing and holding hands across the table. And there I was, perfectly content with me and my book.
While I wish I had made more time for it throughout the year, it’s nice having the opportunity to look forward to reading my stack during this particular season. It’s a chance to zoom out from the buzzing and re-center. It’s a chance for a pleasurable solo date. I often highlight words I don’t know or forgot, and use the time to take myself to school again. I realized that when the new year rolls around, I feel inspired to write and give my attention to more long-term projects.
First up on my list is Where The Crawdads Sing, “A painfully beautiful first novel that is at once a murder mystery, a coming-of-age narrative and a celebration of nature….Owens here surveys the desolate marshlands of the North Carolina coast through the eyes of an abandoned child. And in her isolation that child makes us open our own eyes to the secret wonders—and dangers—of her private world.” says The New York Times Book Review
With that said, anything on your winter reading list? Or anything you’ve read lately that moved you?