Oh, do I love my bed...or the settee actually. I love to snuggle down with a new book on my Kindle...something not too taxing...a bit of a gruesome murder and two Detectives having the hots for each other suits me fine...when they finally give in to lust and end up in bed, all the gruesome murders they were supposed to be investigating totally forgotten, then that's fine by me...
When I was first ill and it slowly dawned on me that this was it and getting 'better' wasn't an option, I decided to read all those proper sort of books that I had always meant to but hadn't.
Pride and Prejudice and anything by the sombre Bronte sisters...instead I found Karin Slaughter and Karen Rose...Val Mc Dermid and others of the same ilk...I prowl through Amazon and spy a thriller for 99 cent...get carried away until the next one...
Sometimes I land on a book which takes my breath away...Child 44 is such a book...and 'I Know This Myself Is True' which I've read four times...another which had me spellbound and which I've read five times is The Secret History by Donna Tartt...they aren't gruesome thrillers...but books which take you away to other places and other times...
I love cold and dark winter nights when the curtains are drawn and Himself has filled my hot water bottle...when I know he'll make me a mug of hot chocolate laced with Southern Comfort before evenings end...and I love warm summers afternoons when I can sit outside and gobble down an unlikely tale about the FBI and a drop dead handsome man named Deacon...he with the weird eyes and long leather coat...
Books take you to worlds you'll never see for yourself...from the steppes of Siberia in Child 44 to the elite American Universities of A Secret History...from the steamy heat and coon dogs of the South and that wonderful French patois the locals speak...I can see those rough bars the crayfish men drink in, deep in the bayous, and smell the scents of the swamps...
It is to escape from real life...essential almost to wrap yourself in handmade crochet blankets and drift for a while in someone else's imagination...
I love my bed but I love reading more...