
I was an avid reader in my youth, then studying English in Year 12 and going to uni seemed to ruin my passion. After reading stories or texts that did little to inspire me I just couldn't muster any motivation to read anything I was interested in. These days James reads more than I do and as a result his vocabulary has now overtaken mine - he's the IT nerd and I'm meant to be the arty one with interests in literature, history and languages....now I don't fall in to any category and seem to have gone through a dumbing down as such. James reads every night before going to bed no matter what time it is, it is just something he has to do. I have tried over the years to reignite the flame but with children I've just been too tired (reading would put me to sleep before kids) - so reading on the bus to work would make me feel tired before I even got there, on the bus home from work, well I was even more tired by that stage and in bed at night....well bed was for sleeping . I've decided to try before I go to bed each night, even if it is only a few pages it is better than the zero pages I read now.
The book I have started is The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas by John Boyne, let's hope by the end of the year I have a long list to look back on, maybe not as long as James' but hey, it will be a start.
