I think it’s fair to say that many of us have taken to doing some pretty weird and wonderful things during lockdown. My own isolation achievements certainly cover off many different points on the (all too often mutually exclusive) scales of usefulness and enjoyment. I have, I’m proud to say, finally discovered what all my hoover attachments do. I’ve started shredding the two foot high pile of mail going back to 2015 that was becoming a health and safety hazard in the spare room. I dug out my “brand new for 2010” Camilla Dallerup Cardiodance Workout DVD (although to be fair that’s only happened once so far). Most pleasurable by a long way was the rearranging of the spare room bookcases. But of course, more than anything else, I’ve done a hell of a lot of reading.
(I genuinely had to break off from writing at this point to buzz in the postman with a book parcel delivery….)
Talking to my much-missed bookshop colleagues (all currently at home now of course) we agree to a man how much harder this peculiar time would be if we didn’t love reading so much. Right now, I think everyone out there is finding whatever psychological escape route they can, whether that’s baking, art or Netflix marathons, and reading of course, is mine. After a couple of bad days earlier on during lockdown, getting myself back into the headspace where I could completely lose myself in a book again has been enormously beneficial; because of course books in their turn put you in a more relaxed state of mind where you can take pleasure from other things. Over the coming weeks I’ll be sharing the books that I’m enjoying, and as ever I’d love to hear what you’re reading too. I actually stopped writing for my original blog – Girl, Reading – a couple of years ago for various reasons, but now seemed like the right time to pick it up again and to spread a bit of literary love in these difficult times. Happy reading to you all.