Morning Stories: Slow reading

Empty head, Jackson Brodie and cycling

Empty, that’s how my head feels this morning. And yesterday evening I had a great idea what to tell you today, but then I’ve never wrote it down and here we are. It’s fine, I always write this letter to you on the Sunday morning, without planning it. It is about my morning thoughts, so when there’s none, that’s what it is.

I’ve got all Jackson Brodie’s books for my birthday and I’m on book two (One Good Turn) currently. I don’t know what it is about Kate Atkinson’s writing, but I just can’t read her books quickly. Maybe because I love her writing and my brain is purposely slowing me down, to enjoy it more? And I do enjoy reading her books very much. I love how she thinks, the words she uses, how she builds all the characters and the sense of humour hiding in some descriptions. It’s all one big joy. And sometimes I would like to disappear into it and emerge a few hours later when I’m finished reading it. And still, I it’s impossible for me to do this with her books. All of her books. I have to read them slowly.

I’m off to work in a couple of hours and it seems that it will be a nice bike ride today. I often don’t feel like cycling when my work destination is almost 20km away, but then I do this anyway and I’m always pleased in the end. Cycling gives me time to get back to myself after being a nice librarian for a few hours. It also allows my mind to wander and I come back home relaxed and energized. Something I never experience when I go by car.

I like driving, but this job is taking all my energy from me and when I drive afterwords, it costs me the last bit that is still over and I come back home tired. Maybe it’s the lack of fresh air?

Anyway, it’s shower and brakfast time here.

Happy Sunday!