There's nothing more annoying than not finding time to finish reading a book. My list of books that I'm-half-done-with-but-had-to-give-back-to-the-library-because-I-found-no-time is embarrassingly too many, especially this previous month. I've been just so caught up with work that September was a pretty pathetic reading month. I've made the effort to read, but it's just no use reading a book with something else weighing on your mind.
I miss settling on to my couch and reading endlessly. I miss facing the 'Which book to read first?' 'Which book to review next?' dilemma. I miss the time when my only worries were clichéd plot lines, editing mishaps and predictable characters. I miss analysing books, discussing Austen, quoting from Persuasion, making a wishlist of Pride and Prejudice goodies, singing DownTown with Amanda Price in Lost in Austen.
I miss looking forward to every Thursday, laying out in my lap a copy of Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali, savouring every beautiful word of those poems and typing them out in my blog, waiting eagerly for responses. I miss jotting down points for my reviews. I miss blogging and my blogger friends. I miss reading without a care in the world. I miss the calmness the mind acquires when the hand feels the pages of a book, the inadvertent smile and anticipation when I flip pages, the sigh, the gasp, the snort, the grin and the myriad emotions that a single book can evoke in me.
When I had all the time in the world for books, of course I loved it and appreciated it. But never did I realise how special it was. So every one of you with a book in hand or a book to go home to and the time to read, please love the reading experience. Its precious, special and one of the most beautiful things in life.
I look forward to some of the load getting off my shoulders in the coming weeks/months. In the meantime, I hope to get back to Thursdays with Tagore and book discussions, even if I don't find the time to read or review new books. Hope you're having a good week :)