Every time the calendar and the weather tell me there’s a new season coming, I think that we’re about to start the best season for reading. It never fails. And I’m always right.
Summer is perfect for reading. Stretched out in the sun with a glass of something cold within reach, taking advantage of the long, light summer nights where you (in my part of the world anyway) can stay in the hammock and read outside until eleven p.m. without straining your eyes. Perfect.
Fall, with the sound of the rain on the roof and the first candles of the season being lit, is ideal for reading. You dig out the blankets, make yourself a nice little reading cave, and inhale as many books as possible. Hot tea inside, stormy weather outside – grab a book, and you’ve got all the ingredients for a wonderful afternoon.
Winter. You’re snowed in, and it’s so cold that you need to wear extra layers of clothes. Outside, the sun only makes a brief appearance every day, and it’s not like you can go out and play football or tend the garden. What are you supposed to do with your time? Read. Just think of all the Christmas books, heart-warming tales perfect for this time of year.
Spring. New starts. The first real days of spring when you can take off your jacket and sit on the porch steps with a book while the sun does something about your pale arms and face. The birds are chirping, and what a lovely sound that is after a long winter. Do you need any other soundtrack to go along with your favorite book?
See? There is no season less than perfect for reading. So what are you waiting for?