Oh Insomnia
Now I'm cranky because it's far too late for me to be as awake as I am. Both husband and babe are sleeping but I? No sleep for this one. Reason tells me that I should be able to lay down and shut my eyes and sleep will come. Doing so has proved futile.
Often when roaming the stacks in libraries I am overwhelmed with the desire to read and read and read. I've had fantasies about being able to stop time and read to my heart's content. Oddly enough, in a way that sort of dream has come true in my life. Work and school have been put off for the moment and so all of my reading is for pleasure. As Lyra is becoming more mobile, my time for reading has decreased but I still have so much more time than I used to. I've perused books on subjects as varied as Japanese baths, cooking legumes, sewing pillows, and using houseplants to purify the air in the home.
I've inhaled fiction. Some books were more satisfying than others. I'll attempt to list as many of these as I can remember. Wise Child by Monica Furlong, The Bookseller of Kabul by Asne Seierstad, On Beauty by Zadie Smith, Zahrah the Windseeker by Nnedi Okorafor-Mbachu, Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, Singer in the Snow by Louise Marley, Bless Me Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya, Fairest by Gail Carson Levine, The Stone Goddess by Minfong Ho Does My Head Look Big in This? by Randa Abdel-Fattah, Od Magic by Patricia McKillip, and everything Chrestomanci (Diana Wynne Jones). Also, there are so many excellent graphic novels these days: Aya by Marguerite Abouet, Castle Waiting by Linda Medley, The Rabbi's Cat by Joann Sfar.
Often when roaming the stacks in libraries I am overwhelmed with the desire to read and read and read. I've had fantasies about being able to stop time and read to my heart's content. Oddly enough, in a way that sort of dream has come true in my life. Work and school have been put off for the moment and so all of my reading is for pleasure. As Lyra is becoming more mobile, my time for reading has decreased but I still have so much more time than I used to. I've perused books on subjects as varied as Japanese baths, cooking legumes, sewing pillows, and using houseplants to purify the air in the home.
I've inhaled fiction. Some books were more satisfying than others. I'll attempt to list as many of these as I can remember. Wise Child by Monica Furlong, The Bookseller of Kabul by Asne Seierstad, On Beauty by Zadie Smith, Zahrah the Windseeker by Nnedi Okorafor-Mbachu, Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, Singer in the Snow by Louise Marley, Bless Me Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya, Fairest by Gail Carson Levine, The Stone Goddess by Minfong Ho Does My Head Look Big in This? by Randa Abdel-Fattah, Od Magic by Patricia McKillip, and everything Chrestomanci (Diana Wynne Jones). Also, there are so many excellent graphic novels these days: Aya by Marguerite Abouet, Castle Waiting by Linda Medley, The Rabbi's Cat by Joann Sfar.