So, I have been really beating myself up lately about my lack of reading this summer!
I decided a few days before the end of this past school year that I was going to learn to knit. Well, RElearn to knit. As a child, my mother taught me to knit during one summer. I remember I really enjoyed it, but I couldn't remember how to do it. So I got some materials and started and, in all humbleness, I'm not THAT bad at it. In fact I have started making some Christmas gifts! It's wonderful to have a new outlet for unwinding and for creativity.
The problem? Usually my free time over the summer is spent catching up on my long list of "to reads." It's not that I'm not reading at all. After watching the Emma Thompson version of Sense and Sensibility for the first time, I decided to reread the book. I love Jane Austen and haven't read one of her novels in a while. I'm really enjoying it, but I still feel guilty that I'm not reading more. I mean, I want to be a librarian for crying out loud, reading is a must, right?
Last summer I read 8 books. This summer I hope I finish 1 in the next two weeks. I try to justify myself by remembering that I do have a four-year-old at home (we read a stack of picture books every night). I'm also taking a class. I've gone on a few dates with my husband (we've gone to the movies twice this summer) - it's been a long time since that's happened! I even allowed my husband to get Netflix - this in turn has caused me to become addicted to Sherlock!
<3 Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch
So my summer has not been a complete wasting of my limited free time. At the same time, I feel very disappointed in my lack of summer reading...I read more for pleasure during this past school year than I have this summer. That is just...unbelievable!