Book Intake

As I’ve observed before, I’m normally a pretty voracious reader – I get through (on average) two or three books a week, and normally have at least two on the go at once. Actually, that’s an improvement from (to some perceptions) on how I used to be, where I’d have four or five on the go – when I worked in Oldham it wasn’t unknown for me to have one book upstairs, one downstairs, one for the bus/train, and even (on occasion) one that got left in the office for me to read at lunchtime.

As it is, I now tend to “just” have one at home and one for work and travelling to work. (depending on my mood on the train, and how crammed it is – a laptop isn’t always the most convenient thing to use) I’ve also got a whole library of eBooks I could/should be reading, but just can’t be arsed to get round to ’til I actually need them.

This week, though, has been a bit odd. While I was away, I started on the new Peter Hamilton novel doorstop, and that’s something I just can’t be arsed with lugging about on a daily basis. I didn’t have anything else on Tuesday, and I forgot to put a new one in my bag for Wednesday.

And I’ve actually missed having something to read – particularly at lunch time, when I normally go out, grab a sandwich, then sit somewhere in the sun (or at least in fresh(ish) air) and read for half an hour before heading back to the fray. As it is, I need to go into the garage this weekend and open up one of the boxes of stored books – I want something “new” to read, and it’ll be fun to rediscover some of the bits that’ve been packed away for a while. In the meantime, I’ve got something from the current bookshelves so everything is back to normal, but it’s definitely been weird over the last couple of days, not having that reading matter available when I want to read it.