And now, more of how this writer keeps fully charged to produce maximum output. Reading is the next big ME Time thing I do. I open the cover of a book and am… transported. This is how it’s been ever since I was 6 years old. It’s incredibly difficult for me to put a book down once I start it. I have to ration myself. But after my dad died (3 years ago) I suddenly found myself unable to read for pleasure. I read all the teaching related texts I needed to, but I’d lost the ability to step inside the world of a book, to absorb the sustenance it gave. I walked into Carnegie Library to teach at Ruskin Readers and didn’t even give the bookshelves a glance. Unbelievable right! Happily, this all changed. On a beach in Sperlonga this September, I re-found the pleasure of reading. Now I’m back to my usual – “Oooh, I wonder what that one’s about?” And ...
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