Theme: A few of my favourite things
I had read a run of books which just didn’t grip me, inspire me, or provide me much impetus to pick the book up rather than the hook and wool. The slump arrived and I found myself only really reading a couple of pages at night in bed.
Then in October I had an inevitable delay in an airport and found myself wandering in WHSmith, and purchasing two books. I had devoured one before I got to my destination and the second in the next couple of days.
I was back on it.
I was enjoying reading, in fact I couldn’t put them down.
I am at a point where I could almost be grateful for my insomnia as I am so absorbed in books, at least I can spend hours reading through the night. In peace.
This won't last long. But at least the year has ended on something of a high, despite the last book I have finished being a bit pish (damn you Agatha Christie).