Books make an important part of my life, not to say that in some life periods they have been the most important. Yes, there are better things, I know, but if talking about something that you can do alone, then books have been my cup of tea without any doubt.
The only thing that I haven’t learned yet is how to stay with the same book when you have loads of them around waiting to be read. That’s the reason why I have my bedroom books and my lunch table books, my English books and my safety books which I have read 25+ times, but still need to overread, my travelling books and books that I haven’t read yet but am going to read very soon, therefore I need them to be held somewhere near me just in case that I would like to peep into them now and then. That sounds still good like I could read more books, but it’s not always like that . It means also that sometimes some very good ones have been left and forgotten. Maybe it just has not been their time yet and they have much more to tell me some other time. That’s my explanation why I still haven’t got through two of Edward Rutherfurd’s, one of my favourite author’s, books which I bought just because I wanted to walk through the history of Ireland with him before I go there in my real life. We had matched so well when we were walking through London, had a journey through Russian history in “Russka” and not to mention wandering around in The Forest. And I so much wanted to get these books about Ireland and now I have spent my days with the Game of the Thrones, Merchant Princes, the Chronicles of Amber and lots of others.
I know why it happened, I have always considered reading to be something that you are enjoying alone, but actually, I found the joy of sharing and enjoying the same books with someone who really loves the same books. So maybe these two books are waiting for me to come back to them with my own Ireland experiences – just a little chewing time that I need to swallow them healthily 🙂