Reset

Flu season is here and I had a ticket. It left me unable to read or blog for a while, and now that I’ve returned to life, some settings of the blog appear to have changed and I cannot for the life of me remember what the letter type setting used to be; I only know that what I’m looking at right now, isn’t, well, right. Please, bear with, while I try to reset / decide on an alternative.

Back in action

I cannot recall a time in my life where I went so long without the urge to pick up a new book. Library books were returned unread. I went to the bookstore and bought a book just because I felt I had to, not because my heart was in it: haven’t touched it since I brought it home.
This went on for months, and it got to a point where I was starting to get worried: what was wrong with me?
Turns out, it was just Life. Under normal circumstances, books are my escape from reality but these past few months, reality got a bit too real. Several friends and family members were dealing with some serious stuff all at the same time, and it made it difficult for me to focus on anything other than them. Thankfully things are moving upwards, and I’ve found my fingers itching to get hold of a bundle of paper, my nose twitching at the smell of a bookstore. So, I went to my stack of comfort reads to get myself started again and find myself currently in the middle one of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum novels.
What a relief to be able to announce: I’m back!

Notorious Nineteen / Janet Evanovich

d’oh

Here I was wondering why the heck my posts weren’t being sent/published. Turns out, December 2025 is a long way out. Oops. Now that I know how I made that mistake I can’t promise I won’t make it again, but I will be paying closer attention. Also, I’ve reset the upcoming posts so keep an eye out!

Blurred lines

It’s been a very productive year for this bookworm, averaging a book a week. I don’t think I ever managed to do that before. Whether it’s dedication, or a tendency to ignore the real world with its grown-up responsibilities, I’ve been reading so much that the letters on the page started to become blurry.
The optician I went to see for this problem assured me that the books weren’t the problem, but I was. “Don’t worry, it’s very common for people your age.”

Bad news: I can no longer ignore the fact that I’m aging.

Good news: turns out, I look great in glasses (maybe he lied to make me feel better after his earlier comment, but I choose to believe it anyway)

Best news: I can get back to reading!

The Bookworm packs a suitcase

Hiking boots, sunglasses, and SPF50.
Check, check, and check.
One big book.

Two medium-sized books.
Check.
A third medium-sized book, for just-in-case.

Two medium-sized books, so there’ll be space left for a book souvenir.
Check, check.
It turns out there’s not enough space in my bag for two books. Toss a coin to decide which one.
Check.

Read: 20 pages.
Bought: 4 books. (borrowed space from travel companion to get them home)

Still here

I’m still here! My tablet broke down and I didn’t have the patience to create entries on my phone.
On the plus side: without a tablet there was no room for distraction and all the more time for reading. Expect some catching up soon!

Happy 2024!

Or: Looking forward to a new year or reading

There will be love and heartbreak.
There will be war and peace.
There will be tears and laughter.
There will be moments of quiet reflection and wild jubilation.
There will be I-can’t-believe-that-happened moments, and obstacles to overcome.
Opportunities, conquests, and robots.

The books will have all this as well, and then some.

Wishing you and yours a happy and healthy New Year, filled with wonderful stories.