There was a time when I read between 20-25 books a year. Those days are long gone now as life has got busier and taken over.
I miss reading. I scan new books on the shelves when they come out, knowing that in the past I probably would have bought and read a fair few of them by now.
The other day, while scanning the shelves, I noticed my favourite ‘feel-good’ author’s latest book and decided that I was going to buy it and even if it takes me months to complete it, I was going to read it.
I started it on Saturday and I’m managing to squeeze time here and there to get a few pages read. It feels so good to pick up a book and get lost in a story again.