Reading

For reasons I choose not to share on the blog, I have had the opportunity to do a lot of reading lately.  I have really enjoyed that, for the most part. Sometimes, I got restless because I was ready to do other things.

But, I really like to read.  I have been reading the baseball mystery series by Terry Soos. I have continued to read the Inspector Banks series by Peter Robinson.  I read the Cain trilogies by Miriam Grace Monfredo. I started the Longmire series by Craig Johnson, I continued reading Sarah Paretsky's V. I. Warshawski series, I read some Dick Francis, and Amy Tan.

I just really like to read.  I like to curl up on a sofa, or rocking chair, or chaise lounge, or overstuffed chair, and read.

I can get so involved in reading that I am oblivious to what is occurring around me.  My mother used to get really upset with me when that happened, because she thought I was ignoring her, when I really was not even hearing her.

I can get so immersed in a book that as I read The Cold Dish by Craig Johnson, set in the Wyoming mountains in the early fall (cold and grey weather) I was so transported to that weather that I really did not relate that Lubbock was experiencing almost 100° full sunny weather.

I like that. I like reading a book that takes me out of my current experience and into the world of the characters in the book. Not all authors can do that for me.  But for me, that is  the point of reading:  Whether it is fact or fiction, an author that can transfix me to a different time and place is a gem, and what I am looking for when I read.

The truth is, if I am reading a book like that, I can stay up all night reading, and not be tired the next day.  Because the transfixation is so relaxing and invigorating to me, I am not tired. I cannot do that several days in a row, but one or two, I can.

I am so grateful that I have had the opportunity to do a lot of reading recently, and I am so grateful that reading is a pastime that is so pleasing to me. 

If you do not read, try it.  You might like it.