Lately, I’ve been in a reading slump! I’m so tired, busy – basically I’m moping – that I’ve decided to write a blog post about the reason I fell in love with stories and why I’m in a reading slump. My hope is to motivate myself to get back into the swing – or page turning – of things.
When we’re little, our parents (if we have super awesome ones) read us our favourite stories. Well mine did it best. I remember my mam would read stories to my brother and I: together we would listen to The Three Little Pigs (what a classic); and to me she would read The Owl Babies. Mam was a storyteller, or maybe she just liked making a fool of herself, either way theatrics were involved in every story she told. Oh, and she made everything magical! So, the huffing and puffing of the little pig’s house was not valid until we could physically hear the breathless gush of air that symbolically blew the pigs straw house away (bless her enthusiasm).
I would like to say I’m too old for storytelling but that’s not true – never too old! Though, I did insist on reading in solitude as the introvert bookworm I am, at about seven or eight. Stories like The Giggler Treatment by Roddy Doyle and books by Jacqueline Wilson were all the rage, for me anyway. Without even knowing it, my love of reading had flourished and my tea-drinking obsession took me into my early twenties.
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This year is the first year I’ve taken part in the Goodreads reading challenge and even though I’ve set a modest 30 book challenge, I know myself there are days I get home and I just need a Netflix binge. I work as a publisher, mainly editing, so my days primarily consist of reading – before you think it’s all classics and YA, I actually read a lot of legal and business books. After a day combing through corporate enforcement my brain is too tired to spot the difference in a child’s puzzle let alone read. Even though I am over half way through my challenge, which isn’t that impressive because it’s June, I’ve found myself sulking in a reading slump.
Fear not: today is that day I overcome my slump and read again. Here’s my plan:
- Boil kettle and brew strong tea – I’m serious, this step is essential.
- Take out the oldest copy of my favourite book, which is Pride and Prejudice. I love the old books because of the smell.
- Head to favourite introvert spot, which is my small bedroom (oh, Dublin renting, how you spoil me).
- Hibernate until pages are turning at lightning speed, I’ve fallen in love with a character, and I’ve become so enthralled in the story that its 4.00 a.m. and I’ve finished the book.
Please feel free to tell me what you do when you’re in a reading slump in the comments!