Reading Catch Ups

Reading Round-Up: 6th – 12th November 2020

I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’ll be reading short stories for the next month. It’s not that I don’t enjoy them but I really love getting invested in a good, long novel. It’s great to get more time to enjoy the characters and the story. Plus, the longer the book, the greater the chance of some neat little surprises cropping up now and then.

It’s only been a few weeks and I’m already reminiscing about reading actual full-length novels. What’s a bookworm to do?

November is going to be a write-off for me (pun unashamedly intended), because of the move. Despite the second UK lockdown, we are allowed to move house which is great news. The not so great news is we have to pack, do all the admin and gear up for the big day. Reading sessions are bite-sized, as are writing sessions. With less than two weeks to go it’s not easy to think of much else!

This isn’t just an opportunity to get more fresh air and exercise outside the big city, which we are thoroughly looking forward to. It’s a game changer for our entire lives. Which sounds rather dramatic but it’s true.

In case you didn’t catch me saying it before, we live in a tiny one-bedroom flat in London. Before the pandemic hit, this wasn’t a problem because we weren’t in the house much. We were out at work or enjoying London life with all there is to do and see. When my husband started working from home and we couldn’t go exploring, things started to get a little cramped.

My desk and computer which I used to write at became my husband’s home office and I was relegated to the sofa. The logic there is that he currently makes more money in his job than I do with my books so he gets the lumbar support. It’s a fair enough arrangement but my back has just about had it. After squirming into several different positions trying to get comfy, the next step is to try and focus. Productivity isn’t an easy thing to aim for when you’re working in the same place you relax.

My poor husband has it a lot worse. After a 10 hour day, if he’s lucky, he gets to migrate from the desk a full eight feet to the sofa. Living in a shoebox doesn’t do mental health any good and it certainly doesn’t do your productivity any good. Especially when as 20-somethings still finding their way in a world in which poverty is more likely than ever, the two are inextricably linked.

Having space, the beach and a beautiful city just down the road isn’t going to solve all our problems. But getting out of our shoebox is the foundation we need to take the next step in our lives. And crucially, the next step to being able to read full-length novels again.

I’m expecting that the next few weeks will all be about moving while just fitting in enough time to get a reading fix. I wish I could talk more about what I’m reading but there’s really not much to talk about lately. This time next month we might finally have settled in and fingers crossed actually have a proper bed to sleep in instead of a blow-up one!

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