Snowstorms in New England make me lazy.
Well, maybe lazy isn't the best word for what snowstorms do to me.
But there's certainly something that happens when the world starts to look like this:
There are a million things I
should be need to be doing (grad school applications, Christmas shopping, getting my tires rotated), but when those snowflakes start to fall (especially if there's rumor of many inches coming down) all I want to do is park myself in front of the fireplace with a steaming cup of coffee and a book.
Yep. I said it. Everything else falls away and it becomes just me and whatever word I've found myself escaping into the most recently. Reading is such a perfect activity for so many parts of your life. But when the snow is falling and the world disappears beneath that blanket of white? That is my absolute favorite time to read. The two just seem to go perfectly hand-in-hand.
The storm blazes outside and there I am: curled up under a blanket, watching the snow fall down outside, and a book in my hand. Work disappears. Have-tos disappear. Maybe they shouldn't (actually, they really shouldn't. Too many deadlines are on their way to my front door...), but it's how things work for me.
This last snowstorm was no different. I spent most of Sunday and Tuesday in my chair by the fire devouring two of Tamora Pierce's novels: Realm of the Gods (Wild Magic #4) and First Test (Protector of the Small #1). These are series I should have read before but never got around to. Serioulsy. Younger me is kicking my tail for not having had my nose stuck in these when I was in Middle School.
Winter is my perfect reading time. Which is great, as I'm still 5 books off of my Goodreads reading challenge. I
want to have to finish it. I've finished it three years running, can't spoil that now!
So, bring on the snow. It's time to read.