Sunday, January 11, 2009

There is no frigate like a book

It dawned on me last night as I finished Death Comes for the Fat Man by Reginald Hill that I stopped reading when Henry was born because reading simply took me too far away from the present moment.

It's a relief to be able to get lost in a book again, even if Cary interrupts me every so often to make me watch a hockey replay.

5 comments:

Megan said...

I thought parenthood was about desperately wanting to be taken away from the present moment and possibly being lucky enough to join the witness protection program. Am I missing something?

Em said...

Megan, it isn't necessarily that I wanted to be in the present moment but that going back and forth was too difficult and I couldn't enjoy the book!

Maura said...

Indeed! Now if I could just convince Gus to turn down the volume on his DS so I can actually concentrate on the book. :)

Kirsta said...

I just finished "Escape" by polygamist wife Carolyn Jessop - not the best written book out there, but engaging (and enraging at the same - http://www.slate.com/id/2189275/).

I'm enjoying the peacefulness of a four-year-old little girl who entertains herself while I can. I have a sinking suspicion I'm carrying a very busy, very active little redheaded boy (though we won't know until he/she arrives in April!). :-)

Megan said...

Thanks for clarification!