A lot of people say that their reading habits change with the seasons. One of my friends for example reads much more when the days get shorter and darker. With the first snow she basically caves herself in beneath five or six thick blankets, lights a couple of candles, makes herself a cup of hot chocolate and starts reading.
Others though read a lot more books in the summer time, lying on a blanket in the grass, letting the sun shine on their faces. They feel that reading is a way to pass the time one spends outside.
And there are those who normally don’t read much at all but will always have one or two books in their hand luggage when they are on a holiday. After all, if you still have time at the airport, what better way than to spend it in a book store?
Strangely to me it doesn’t really matter what the weather is like at the moment or which season it is. I can (and want to) read all the time. Whether it’s snowy, rainy, sunny, windy, cloudy…. Who cares?
Nothing much whatsoever has a lot on influence on my reading.
Except for money maybe. If I have a lot of money to spend freely, which doesn’t happen too often, I just can’t resist the force of attraction book stores hold for me. That can be pretty bad, especially when, in the week afterwards, I realize I would really need that money I had spent in the bookstore. Too late.
So I guess the amount of books we read can be influenced by lots and lots of things. If there is anybody out there not influenced by anything, please let me know.
So long, Susanne
