If you ask my family, they will confirm that I was a “Leseratte” (a German word translated directly as ‘reading rat’, but meaning the equivalent of ‘bookworm’, which sounds much better) when I was little. I always had my nose buried in a book, or two, or more.
This hasn’t changed much, although nowadays it usually takes me a little longer to get through a book, because the responsibilities of adulthood clamour for attention too.
After a particularly intense series of freelance editing jobs with insane deadlines, interspersed with some serious spring-cleaning activities around the house where I systematically took down, washed and hung up again every single set of curtains (phew!), I badly needed a break.
One afternoon, after a few days of torrential winter rains, I happened to notice that the sun had at last come out from behind the clouds, and was shining directly onto the sofa in the lounge.
It was a temptation that I could not resist. Honestly, could you?
After all, I have learned from the best – Tuffy-Cat. She always knows exactly where the sunny spots are in the house or the garden.
I made myself some tea, put some biscuits on a plate, and switched the cellphone off, before grabbing one of the Famous Five books off the shelf to indulge my inner child. I’m pretty sure my English teacher at school would shake her head in disbelief, as we were strictly forbidden to read Enid Blyton’s books under pain of death, or worse!
In my case, it had the opposite effect to the one intended, as I promptly read – nay, devoured – all the EB books that I could find in the local public library.
And I loved them. Defiantly!
That is why there are 11 old Famous Five books on my bookshelf – in German! I know there are lots more, but I haven’t found any more. Yet. 😉
There ain’t no better way of enjoying a good book, particularly a favourite book from childhood, than to lie quietly in a sunny spot, with something delicious to nibble and drink close at hand, and to allow yourself to be caught up in the grips of good ol’ adventure.