It has been 2 1/2 months since my most recent post – woops! Good news in my personal life (a new full-time job with still additional freelance work on the side) and a recent holiday have left me little time to read, let alone to review. However, now as I am finally adjusting to the regimented schedule and getting used to finding new ways to read (during my commute and more audiobooks), I am hoping to pick up where I left up without too much delay.
Thank you all for reading when I post, and for new readers who have continued to discover me in my absence.
Last week, someone walked up to me while I was reading and started trying to chat with me.
That sentence could very well be the start of a crime fiction or mass murder novel. After all, you bother me while I am reading and you best be ready for the violent attack.
Ok, maybe it is not as dramatic as that, but bothering me while reading is perhaps the most cardinal sin. This got me thinking about what different habits I have when I read, favorite spots for reading, and even favorite music. For me, the best spot to read is a corner in my grandparents’ house in Logan, Utah. Since both of my grandparents have passed away, I have to settle for whatever blanket and comfy chair I can get my hands on (or, I suppose more appropriately, get my butt in). I no longer like music playing in the background, as I find it a bit too much of a distraction when I read, though at one time in my life I would put on whatever album was new and listen to it on repeat. This is why whenever I hear a Creed song (please forgive me for my fourteen year-old horrible taste in music) I automatically think of Dickens and Great Expectations. Now though, if it’s not silence I prefer instrumental music. Less words trying to occupy my mind. And yes, if you try to bother me while I am reading, I am likely to become as quick to anger as Bruce Banner.
Do you have any interesting reading habits? Do you have a special spot, favorite snack, or favorite music to listen to while you read?
One week ago, the Scottish fiance became the Scottish husband!
The wedding and planning and visas and details consumed my life, so you can understand why this blog has suffered. That will hopefully turn around quickly, especially since I will (hopefully) soon be ensconced back in Scotland with my wonderful husband in wedded domestic bliss.
In book-related news, I got one gift for the wedding that was certainly for me, and certainly awesome.
I have actually had the gift for a few months, as my wonderful friend Heather was too excited to hold on to it any longer. I opted to open it after the wedding, as it should be, and was delighted to find that it was not knitted lingerie (This expectation was due to the fact that I watched Heather’s sister knit lingerie once and I only assumed that the knitting-gene would pass on to the sister). The gift was in fact a 10th anniversary copy of Neil Gaiman’s American Gods! I was pretty excited. I was even more excited when I opened the book:
That’s right. Neil Gaiman wished me congrats on my wedding. You can all commence jealousy . . . now.
P.S. As a sort of wedding present to myself, I’ve upgraded the blog to breathingfiction.com. WordPress should redirect all of you, but you know, just for kicks remember it.