Of Food and Love: reading reading is the new sexy
by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
Reading is the new sexy.
Meet my husband’s nightstand.
Meet my nightstand.
When I was younger, there was not a day to be found where I didn’t have a book or bookS on my person, in my car, or within arms reach. Voracious. The word I would use to describe my appetite for reading.
After having kids, reading fell off my map of priorities. I was consumed with the perils of puke, excavating excrement, valley of the shadow of sleepless nights, the sea of forgetfulness, the landfill of laundry. You know, the joys of motherhood
It wasn’t until recently, a friend of mine recommended I read Year Of Wonders and what a fantastic read it was! Hooked, once again, and aching to read. So, I dug through my books, pulled out a classic. Anna Karenina. Oh, Anna, *sigh*. When I was in college I did paper, after paper on this book. I hated Anna by the end of my 10 week quarter and was aghast when my professor confessed to re-reading this book EVERY summer! It’s not an easy read, at all. But I’m determined to read this book again, and so far, I’ve gotten a few pangs in my chest, remembering how I connected with certain characters and recalling why I loathed others. I love how my brain is waking up. It’s so dusty up there.
Now, I’m good for at LEAST a 6th grade level conversation with any passing adult. For while, I was stuck around 2nd grade, and even that was hard for me.
Reading is DEfinitely the new sexy, for me.