Reading is something I have loved for as long as I can remember.
Its something that takes up part of every day.
I can’t imagine what I would do without this seemingly natural ability,
yet I know there are so many people around the world that don’t have this luxury.
I used to be able to devour a book in a day and be completely engrossed not being able to put it down.
Obviously being a mum scuppers those plans slightly, but I love that Little B seems to have got my love of books.
I’m not sure what i was like as a kid, but i remember as a teenager, getting a Martine McCutcheon Autobiography
for Christmas, curling up on the sofa and finishing the whole thing, on Christmas Day.
Little B has so many books already, a real collection being started, which makes me so happy.
We read a story before bed each night and usually a few during the day.
He takes himself off and talks his way through the pictures on his own which i think is just too cute.
He took himself to bed with a book (Superworm) this morning (5am start had got to him obviously) ‘read it’ and went to sleep.
This was miraculous as the first time in ‘big boy bed time’ he’s napped during the day in his bed.
Currently he has a cupboard of books in our living room and a box in his bedroom.
Due to the layout, this does mean some books get more contact than others,
so i am looking forward to creating some kind of book shelf/corner for him in our new house.
I have a kindle (a very basic one, not even touchscreen – there are so many now!) that I got for Christmas 2011, from my mum, ready for our honeymoon, as I knew 3 weeks would mean a lot of time for sunbathing and book reading. B was adamant he didn’t like the idea of a kindle, so took about 10 books with him and ended up having to leave them all there.
He now has one.
I must admit that although a kindle is fantastic for space saving and holidays etc. i do still love the feel of an actual book.
I have a huge collection myself, some that are well loved and some that have been passed onto me from other people, that I haven’t got around to yet. I have a huge ‘to read’ list.
A few of my old favourites, that I honestly think i could pick up again
The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
Eat, Pray, Love – Elizabeth Gilbert
The Millennium Trilogy – Stieg Larrson
A Time to Kill – John Grisham
A Hundred Pieces of Me – Lucy Dillon
Mummyfesto – Linda Green
I’m also a, read the book before seeing a film kinda girl, so quite a few have been turned into films, some long after i read them.
A Few of Little B’s Favourites – the ones I’ve read over and over again this week
Superworm – Julia Donaldson
Pirates Love Underpants – Claire Freedman
Cinderellas Bum – Nicholas Allen
Say Hello to the Snowy Animals – Ian Whybrow and Ed eaves
The Cow that laid an egg – Andy Cutbill
I think reading is such an amazing and fun thing to do to build your imagination,
get lost in a completely different world, unwind and learn.
Only problem is, if i could read as much as i’d like to, I’d never do anything else.
However I’m desperate to read more than i do at the minute.
Its on my 32 @ 32 to read 5 books this year (birthday to birthday)
I’ve only done 1 so far – though i have written a lovely long list of what i’d like to read!
Thanks for reading x
This post is linking up with Katie at mummydaddyme for her Ordinary Moments