a book a week

about two months ago, on my way to work my ipod died. the silly battery ran out, and i was in the middle of my commute. shit! i hate when that happens, especially because the battery status was half full when i left home. then again, my ipod is a little older and it’s been surprising me in this way quite often lately.

still, didn’t change the fact that i was music-less and forced to look out of the window, listening to people’s conversations. damn i wish i had something to entertain me- believe it or not, the lady next to me recounting her dog’s grooming appointment to her sister was not so thrilling.

the next day, after having endured the commute back without something distracting me from the atrocious body odours surrounding me, i realized before i left home that i forgot to charge my ipod. seriously, brain?! really? whatevs- i spotted my pile of “not read yet” books, grabbed the first one and dashed out the door.
pile of books you say? why, yes. ever since i learned how to read, i’ve been an avid book devourer. i’m kind of proud of my ability to read a book in depth in little time. reading is one of my favorite pastimes- i rarely go to sleep before having read a few pages! my guilty pleasure? well ok, one of many… opening, smelling and reading old books. there’s something very comforting about the yellowness and smell of old pages…
anyhow, back to my story: i started reading that first book from the pile (you’re the one that i don’t want by alexandra potter) while commuting, and was happy to find it a much more rewarding entertainment than listening to music, because i didn’t even have to look at anybody. ha!
turns out that with the commuting pace, i finished the book in a working week. the next week, i picked up the next book from the pile (good girls don’t… by victoria dahl), and so on.

so far i’ve read two more novels by alexandra potter, what’s new pussycat and going la la, the gift by cecelia ahern, something from tiffany’s by melissa hill, i heart london by lindsey kelk (the latest of the i heart series!) and i’ve just started the second book of the all souls trilogy by deborah harkness, shadow of night.   
i might make an exception of shadow of night, because it’s such a compelling story, and the book is huge- i doubt two sets of 30 minutes a day will be enough to finish it in a week.

in the house that i imagine myself living in at a later stage in life, i will definitely have a reading niche, preferably an inbuilt one like these:

how amazing are these reading spaces? i can just picture myself sprawled in the niche for hours, with a cup of tea or hot chocolate, reading to my heart’s content.