The longest I have ever gone without reading was after I finished University.
I had studied English Literature and after being forced to read a huge amount of books per week, many of which were in Medieval English, I couldn’t cope.
I have often written about my love of trashy novels and I think the book that got me back on track was Billy and Me by Giovanna Fletcher. I found my love again. It was like slipping into a swimming pool and remembering that you didn’t have to think about what to do. It was instinctive.
From there I am back to my old self. Book after book, to the despair of my bank account. The only good thing about the fact that I am now commuting again means that I have some space to read again, although what with the Southern Rail service it isn’t always possible.
But that escape as you zoom to work is the best.
So there it is. Redear’s block from too much reading…. Ironic isn’t it.