I love going walking late at night because when I come home everyone is asleep and the house is quiet and peaceful. Not that my kids aren’t peaceful. Okay, they aren’t. They are three loud, active, excitable, rambunctious kids. The house doesn’t feel much peace when everyone is awake and running around all crazy like. I love my kids and I love their noise (most of the time). But I also cherish quiet. Stillness. Peace.
After walking 3 or 4 miles, I need time to cool down. I’m wide awake and can’t get to sleep. I don’t like to turn on the TV this late and disturb the peace. So what do I do? Of course I spend a few moments catching up on Facebook (I am seriously addicted. Something has to change there!) but then I usually read. I read for far too long, until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and I’m thinking about how early I have to get up to get the boys ready for school, but I still don’t want to put the book down.
I like books. I mean, I really like books. Even if I’m not nearly as invested in a particular story as I think I should be, I still manage to find enough about it that I tell myself how much I love the book. I very rarely give poor ratings to what I read on Goodreads because I really just enjoy being able to read something and being transported to another time or place.
I take my books too much to heart. I know I’ve been reading too much Maeve Binchey when I’m angry at my husband for no reason and think he’s going to cheat on me. (Love Maeve Binchey, but really… why does every main female character get cheated on by the main male character??) I know I’m reading too much Jane Austen when I start to refer to my husband as Mr. Chocolate Phoenix, not as Ches. I’m reading too much period literature when I find myself in awe of toilets, fresh clothing, and driving to pick my kids up from school. It’s good to have variety.
I went to the library today and finally found The Girl With The Pearl Earring. I’ve been hoping to find that one for months. I also got Austenland, by Shannon Hale because I love Shannon Hale, I want something just fun and enjoyable to read, and I’ve read it before and know I will have a good time. The third book I picked out is Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict by Laura Viera Rigler. Yes, I picked it out for the title. I’m waiting for Water For Elephants, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, and The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, all of which a friend is loaning me. And I have Orange Is The New Black on hold at the library. It says I’m next in the queue. I think I’m pretty varied in the books I read. I like to change things up a bit so I don’t get stuck in a rut (like reading too much Maeve Binchey at once!). The last several books I read were Holes by Louis Sachar, some of the Confessions of a Shopaholic series, The Lady and The Unicorn by Tracy Chevalier, Night by Eli Wiesel, and The Kite Runner. See? No rhyme or reason to what I read. I just like to read.
I love to read at night when there is no one trying to interrupt me. Sometimes I read in bed. Ches got me a little lamp for my nightstand so I can do just that. But I feel guilty when I’m still reading at 1 am and I know his alarm goes off at 5 am. So usually I just sit on the couch in the loft and read. Sometimes I sit on the comfy couch downstairs and read, but I can’t see a clock down there so then I’m really up until 1 or 2 am… and often later.
Tonight I got home and only the light above the dinner table was on. I came upstairs to find Aiden asleep on the couch in the loft. Parker is asleep in my bed, with Ches. I hate to disturb people, but I need my cool off, escape time. So maybe I’ll just head back downstairs and let everyone stay where they are. I have a date with Tracy Chevalier.