I’ve had a hard time coming up with a post this week. I got another lovely sinus infection, started a new project at work, and am trying desperately to finish A Storm of Swords before the third season of Game of Thrones starts.
The husband read the first four books before the series started and the fifth when it came out. He devours books when he gets into them. He reads much, much faster than I do and somehow is able to just make it happen. I have a lot of trouble fitting it in. I’ve been reading this book for months and still I’m not sure if I’ll finish in time.
Reading has always been important to me. Since I was able to I couldn’t get enough. I was a regular at the local library and my first job was working as a page there. I love watching Brady put the pieces together as he learns to read and I can’t wait until he unlocks the magic of reading to himself.
Since I’ve become a mom, I find it really, really difficult to be able to read. When Brady was tiny I would read while I nursed him, but as he got older it got harder and harder. I always feel guilty taking any time to pick up a book for myself with the kids around. I read to them all the time, but sometimes I wonder if I’m doing them a disservice by not showing them how much I love it.
For now, my blog will suffer as I find out the fates of Tyrion, Jon Snow, and the Kaleesi before I see what HBO will do with this one.
Do you love to read? How do you find the time?