Wednesday - What I'm Reading
It's Wednesday of this Spring Forward week, and it has hit me hard. I was okay the first three days of this week, but today I was struggling to open my eyes and find any sort of enthusiasm about leaving my bed. It doesn't help that this is the week before break, I still have a 12 hour day tomorrow, and a day of professional development with arthritic knees and spine ahead of me. Everything is just seeming more and more difficult to navigate - and it is all stress that I put on myself!!
So, to distract me from all the senses of stress and doom that I am feeling due to my timing and need to get things organized that will not be organized no matter what, here is what I've been reading lately.
I turned in my last batch of library books on Sunday, so I am tackling my To Be Read pile.
I bought BIG books this last time. There is a Jane Austen omnibus waiting for me to bite the bullet and dive back into the world of Victorian romance and courtship. That is not my favorite world to inhabit, but I thought it might be a place to go back and visit. We will see. I am now immersed in Victorian murder mysteries in the world of Anne Perry. I like these books, so I bought the first three in yet another omnibus. That's the one that I selected for this week.
I will be going back to the library on Monday to get my next round of library books. One of the books that I got from Thriftbooks.com was a former library book. There is just something about the feel of a library book that cannot be replicated by any other book format. I feel a bit guilty with this book on my shelves, but I bought it. I says that it was discarded, so there you go!
Ooh boy. I have a book by Oliver Sacks on my table as well as some Nancy Drew mysteries (I have loved those for such a long time!!). There are many books waiting for the time that I cannot get to the library on a weekday. Books are something I cannot live without. Even when I was struggling to pay for everything, I would find ways to get books. For some reason, I stopped reading as much when COVID hit. That would have been the perfect time to read more and more, but I stopped. When I moved to my house three years ago, I remembered that I love reading, so I started reading again. I started with a goal to read 150 books in 6 months, and I did it. I then moved away from Goodreads because it felt too much like an assignment rather than a self-care practice. I now read what I read when I read it, and I don't care about the numbers. I just want to read.
Reading has always been my self-care practice. I started reading when I was 2 years old. It drove my mother crazy to have me read over her shoulder, but my teachers in preschool helped her navigate how to help me learn. I never learned to read, I just did it.
So, books have been my way to be involved in something away from myself for my entire life. One of the traditions that we had when I was in elementary and junior high was a night at the mall. We would roam the local mall and go to B. Daltons or Walden books. Dad would buy us each a book. I loved those times. I loved the agony of having to decide which book I would get. I bought hardback copies of the Anne of Green Gables series during those trips. I would get my Nancy Drew books during those trips. My father bought me my first music therapy book - we had to special order it for my 16th birthday, but he supported that.
My mother is a reader. My dad was less of a reader than mom, but he read as well. His preferences were Clive Cussler and Tom Clancy. I enjoy those books mainly because he loved those books. He gave me many of his older books when I moved. Books have always been a demonstration of love for me. In the four years since he died, I have been able to remember how many times he supported my reading and fed that appetite. I miss my dad every day.
This is rapidly becoming a grief post rather than a reading post.
I am fortunate that my parents supported my need to read. I was allowed to roam the entire library as soon as I asked if I could. I don't remember much pushback from the librarians, but I am sure there was some directed towards me and my mother when I started. Once I was interested, my mom helped me read what I wanted to read. I always felt a bit like I was trespassing in the main fiction section, but I also enjoyed being able to read more contemporary adult fiction. I was encouraged to talk about things that confused me with the adults in my life. It was exhilarating.
The world of my local library is one that I am not as comfortable with as I was with my old library, but I am striving to get involved a bit more. I will be attending a lecture about what works for musicians and creatives at the end of this month. I want to attend more of these community lectures. There is a mystery book club that I am thinking about trying out. I would love my reading to become the center of my social interactions outside of my house. Well, except for crafting. That is another center that I am considering - papercrafting again.
Well, this is a bit about what I am reading on this Wednesday. Who knows what will happen next Wednesday? Not me!! I will be on break...
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