January 22nd 2016
Today (late last night, technically) I sat and read for the first time in months. I picked up a book and didn’t put it down until it was finished. I haven’t done that in a long time. That’s usually how I read, I do it all in one sitting. I don’t like to read a book over the course of a week or a month. So it was nice to start a book, and finish a book in one sitting.
The book was Of Mice and Men. I read it at school (over the period of many different sittings) and last night was the first time I’ve read it properly. And it was just so nice to pick up a book and get lost in it. I didn’t check the time, or my phone, my entire focus was within the book. And it was nice. Because I haven’t done that in ages. Did I mention that?
I have a stack of books that I got last Christmas. Classics, old books. And I said I’d work my way through them last year, and didn’t. So I’m trying to do that now. The problem is that I can’t get stuck into some of the books, they’re a bit rambly and I can’t follow them and don’t get lost in them.
I got lost in Of Mice and Men. That’s what I’m trying to say.
At my writing class on Monday the other people there were the type of people that quote old books and poets, and I wish I could do that. The problem is I can’t ever remember a book after I’ve finished reading it. It goes in, then goes out. I concentrate on the book and then forget it. It’s annoying.
Until tomorrow, the best laid plans.