The other night I left my boots on the bus. I’d worn them to work, because it was raining and there was a snow storm warning, so I thought I’d need them. I didn’t. The rain pushed all the mucky inversion away and it was beautiful, so I tied them together and carried them home. But, it is not in my routine to pick up boots from the floor when I get off the bus, so I didn’t. Anything outside my normal routine is usually forgotten. I’m like that. I even have a routine for reading.
My commute on the bus is slightly over an hour. So on the way to work, I knit or crochet and listen to my IPOD. On the way from work, I read a book. At lunch I take my book with me to the break-room, although many times, depending on who is there, I don’t get to read. I’m sure it’s rude to continue reading when someone is telling you their life story, so I don’t, but I wish they’d realize that most fiction, and non-fiction for that matter, are of more interest to me than their past, present and future. How rude am I? Very, I know. But please remember I am a Bookworm, a Lit Geek a READER!
I have been reading less at home, but still tend to get in a half an hour or so on weeknights and much more on the weekends, depending on how obsessed I am with the book. I have been known to lay down on my bed with a book and not stop reading (except to eat and etc.) until I finish something. Now, that’s not routine, but my daily reading usually is.
I started LOTR because I am having trouble sleeping at night. I wake up, go find a comfortable position on the couch, plop a pillow on my lap to hold that big old book, and read away. Sometimes when I finally get tired, it’s hard to put it down. Since it’s not my first read, I’m savoring it a bit more. Doling it out. Hoping for it to last.
Finished Emma, by the way. When he tells her he loves her, I was a bit confused. I mean, probably his countenance told her what he felt, but it was like a huge stuttering mess! I think in the film version with Gwyneth, they cleaned that up nicely. The end with Harriet is not very flattering to Emma’s personality if you ask me. Emma sends Harriet away to stay with her sister in London, and allowing that now she would grow less attached because of her connections. As if she’d finished with her, so just be done with it. Oh well. She had her Knightley and didn’t need a project anymore. Still, any Jane book is a friend of mine. I do wish she would have reveled more in the ‘fall’ of the Eltons. I know, I know, there was no real fall, just the fact that their hatred of Emma effectively cut them from the two best houses in the county, and from their particular friend. Or the man they thought of in that way. I am quite sure it was no loss to him.
I’ve picked a book of Willa Cather’s short stories for my bus reading, and will start this very afternoon. Cant’ wait.