This week’s Musing Mondays, hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading:
Where is your favorite place to read?
Ah so many places from which to choose! I’m a fan of “under the tree in a park” but realistically I get to do that about twice a year. And I always come away sunburned or bitten by insects.
In bed? I usually fall asleep. Or, in the case of The Seamstress, I read until 3 in the morning because I HAVE TO FINISH THE BOOK. (note: this has been happening to me for a very long time. I cried through the night reading the last of the Anne of Green Gables novels). And one of my parents’ favourite stories involves my mother and the au pair settling me down with a copy of Blinky Bill (I was about 5 or 6) and going off to watch a film. When they realised 2 hours later that my light would still be on, they were astonished to find I was still reading happily.
On aeroplanes/holiday? I hate aeroplanes, so I’d rather be anywhere else, but I do get some good reading done because I want to focus on the book rather than on the flying death tube. Holidays are always productive for reading – I read 8 books on my last 2 week holiday, and 6 novels on our 12-day honeymoon – but there is no set “place” to read. Cafés, sofas, beds, balconies, trains…
No my absolutely favourite place to read is sofa/armchair-based. I have a magnificent armchair in Sydney which is so big that I regularly curl up in it
and a lovely reclining chair in “my” room at my parents’ house in Hamburg. The best of all is the sofa in our flat in London – I like to prop up some cushions against one arm as a backrest, stretch out my legs along its length and cover them in one of the many blankets I was given by/inherited from my Nanna. The cricket on the TV but on mute, The Physicist or The Resident Cousin bringing me tea… nothing better.