ten pages a day
I used to think that book reading and motherhood was a bit of a contradiction.
For a good few years there I was convinced that I didn’t have time to read. Or, to be completely honest, I didn’t have time to read books of my own.
But over the past few months, inspired by my twice-weekly visits to the library, I’ve been reading every day. I’ve rekindled a page-turning love affair that fell by the wayside when I first became a mother.
And since I now read as a mother-of-three, I’ve noticed that when I sit down and open a book I’m doing so much more than reading. I’m switching off and tuning out. I’m absorbed in another world and a myriad of lovely words. I’m resting and relaxing.
Reading has become a daily practice for me; I pick up my book during Percy’s mid-morning and late-afternoon feeds. After I have read picture books in the evening – currently this and this and this – I open my own till the little ones are settled. And, if I’m not too weary, I’ll read a chapter or two before bed.
Reading paper pages means that I spend less time in front of a screen and subsequently, less time absorbed in stimulating media and bright lights.
Just this week Pip announced a September bookish initiative that I’m more than happy to embrace and share.
All you need to do is read #tenpagesaday of a hold-in-your-hands-book. And if you’re already a bookworm? Read ten extra pages!
It’s the perfect spring time initiative to get you reading again. And if you think that you don’t have time? Let that excuse go. You really do have time!
Over the past few months I’ve read and loved the following: