On Friday I finished reading The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton – hurrah! It was a really good book and I thoroughly enjoyed it so the “hurrah” isn’t because the material was in any way a challenge to read. The “hurrah” is because I started that book about the second or third week after H was born, so it has taken me three months to finish. That’s right, three months.
As a commuter I was a big reader. From my years on the train, commuters loosely fall in the following categories:
- TV watchers
- Music Listeners
I was very much in the ‘Reader’ category and I would get through a 2 – 3 books a month. Then on maternity leave I was getting through a book in a week or less. Of course, I’m often only capable of reading in short bursts (a commuter quickly learns how to immerse themselves in their book for just 5 stops on the tube!) but I still read plenty. Then H arrived.
In the early weeks I was just too tired to really read. Then as the weeks progressed I really tried to read more rather than just popping on the telly. But after a broken nights sleep, I am typically weary in the morning and popping the telly on was just easier. Then, from there, I would just get drawn in to day time TV.
So a few weeks ago I really tried to face in to this. Now, whilst I might watch some TV whilst I eat my breakfast, the moment that H goes up for her first morning nap, about 8:30 – 9am, the TV is turned off (except for exercising) and music goes on. This has the added benefit that H gets to listen to more music rather than being exposed to too much telly.
For my next book though I am going to go for something a little shorter and easier to read. Hopefully then I’ll build-up a reading habit again!