So this week I had one of those days where for no particular reason I felt a bit down. Actually it was probably caused by a combination of things like not getting enough sleep (staying up late watching Le Tour), not doing my usual exercise (I’ve had to take a break from running recently), and receiving a writing submission rejection the day before (you win some, you lose some).
I was out and about going about my usual day, when somewhere between searching for engine coolant and posting some letters I found myself ‘just having a look’ through the book store. I should know by now that putting myself in the path of new books when I’m feeling a bit vulnerable will make resistance practically impossible.
So this is what happens when I should be doing other things … I buy books. I’d been meaning to read ‘All That I Am’ by Anna Funder for a while now, so when I spotted it on the shelves, well I couldn’t really say no. Even though I should have finished there, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering further along the stack of fiction titles. That’s how I found ‘The Tiger’s Wife’ by Tea Obreht … I’m not really sure why it caught my eye, but when I read the blurb on the back I thought it may prove to be interesting.
After a long period of not really reading much fiction, it feels good to be making time for it again. Books provide such comfort to me, and especially when the weather outside is cold and grey there’s really little better than curling up and escaping into those pages for a while (particularly if those books are kitty approved). And just like that I don’t feel so down any more…