The Year in Books
I am reading voraciously at the moment, diving into a book and barely coming up for air in the way I did as a child and a teenager. I must need the comfort of other worlds. I have always been a reader but how I read changes as my life does. When my children were young I could hardly find the time to read novels and developed an addiction to magazines which continues to this day. When I was working sixty and seventy hour weeks I had very little to spare for reading in a concentrated way and tended to lose myself in gardening books with the occasional foray into chick lit fiction when I was travelling and needed the quick hit of a book for the train or the plane. I have gradually picked up fiction again since I left work but in the last few months I have become an addict again in the way I was in my teens, whizzing through two or three books a week, sometimes struggling to remember what it was I read last week in the torrent of other books that have followed,...