I spent my sultry, summer Friday in a heat-induced haze, which led me to forget all about Parajunkee & Alison Can Read‘s weekly “Feature & Follow,” which went up yesterday. I’d be lying if I said that the desire for sweet air conditioning and cold beer didn’t take precedence over my desire to make new friends in the blogging community. The beer might’ve also had something to do with my forgetfulness… But now that my thirst (for hops) and the Earth’s thirst (for rainwater) have both been sated, I’m ready to participate.
This week’s bookish question is:
Q.) Book Vacay: Where is the best destination reading spot for you? (Where do you like to go to read other than your home)?
A.) Is it cheating if I say that the best vacation is a stay-cation?
In my life, I have been blessed with some seriously killer backyards. If you’d asked me this question two years ago, or even four years ago, I wouldn’t have had to go very far to find my favorite reading spot (other than my plump, cozy reading chair). I only would’ve had to go down the stairs and out my own back door, and here’s what I would have fallen into:
The Ghosts of Backyards Past:
I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that a Pooka like myself, strapped for cash such as she is, was able to find such gorgeous, cheap apartments (and I even get some extra length outta the ears!). When I moved to where I live now, I wasn’t so lucky. What is it they say? It’s not what’s on the outside, but what’s on the inside that counts? That description fits my new place a lot better. But I think “they” are a bunch of dummies. When I move again, I’ll be looking for some scenic, outdoor reading territory. For now, though, I have to put on my walking shoes and take about fifteen minutes before my bunny hops bring me to my new favorite reading spot:
The simple answer is: give me some flat land on which to spread a blanket and some water, and I’m good to go.
I try always to do as Emerson advised, “Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea… drink the wild air”, and read a good book.