So I guess we're in December now. Let me just take a breather here whilst I recover from the speed with which we seem to have moved from January to this point...phew. I know it is such a cliche to say time moves fast, but it really feels so true. I think it gets worse as I get older too, though I'm sure that's just my imagination (anyone care to back me up?!).
I actually feel pretty thrilled to be in December. I've got a lot of exciting things happening and a lot of less exciting but no less important things. Plus I'm really looking forward to it getting really cold now (hint hint) as I'm very much fed up of being a sweaty mess after my walk to the tube. Thought I'd just share that image with you guys - enjoy.
Anyway. Life is moving apace, things are picking up and I'm finally reading at my usual rate again. After a shaky start to November and a worryingly high number of DNF's, Patrick Ness swung in and saved the day with the heartbreaking The Ask and the Answer. Then followed the equally heartbreaking, but also truly inspiring, The Yellow World by Albert Espinosa. After that I travelled back to the First World War and spent some time with E.M. Delafield's The War Workers. And for my current read I've gone for the dystopian Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel (one word review: wow).
December always seems to me to be a month for treats. Obviously there is the food, the copious amounts of wine, the gifts and the time spent with family and friends. But I really see this month as a time to read luxuriously. To savour that one book I've been meaning to get to all year; to revisit old favourites and well-worn classics; to delve into the back catalogue of my favourite authors; to just read things that will make me happy.
At the moment I'm jonesing for some Wilkie time so I suspect the Oxford collection of three of his novellas that is winking at me from my shelf will be moving to my bedside very soon. Then I think I'll move onto some non-fiction, though I have such a lot to choose from it could be tricky knowing which way to go. I usually save something extra special for the Christmas week so I'll get back to you on that.
For now I'm going to get back to Station Eleven and try not to chew my nails entirely down to the quick with all the tension.
What will you be reading in December? Do you like to read luxuriously?