Married couples often hit a dry spell especially after children come along. They find less time to spend together alone and in the bedroom.
I ran into problems of my own in the bedroom. Between my hand injury and doing many game reviews, I had a dry reading spell. How I missed ending my day cuddled in bed with a book. Goodness knows, many books sit on shelves waiting for me to caress them and feel the love in exchange for giving me knowledge.
A hand injury preventing me from reading? Indeed. No matter what I did, the pain made me grimace. I tried a few tricks so I wouldn’t have to use the injured hand to hold the book. However, the hand hurt constantly causing me not to pay attention to the contents of the book.
It took one book. One small one to get my reading groove back. The book only had 176 pages — officially. A few pages didn’t count because of photos and the line spacing went wider than the average book. So the book was more like 100 pages. It made me laugh, too, an important aspect of a happy relationship.
The book? Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher. Hardly the kind of book I typically read. Before we get into that, let me back up.
I finally worked up the nerve to watching Fried Green Tomatoes based on the book by Fannie Flagg. I heard about a young boy’s death in the movie and didn’t know if I could handle it. Oh, sure, I’ve seen sadder movies. All the movie recommendation sites said I would like the movie. When it appeared on cable, I recorded it.
I liked it. I hated the boy’s death. Nevertheless, it was necessary as it kick-started a friendship in the movie. It didn’t happen the same way in the book, but the death’s impact was important in the development of a character. After the movie, I picked up the book from the library.
In this case, watching the movie before reading the book did no harm. You can do it either way. I also liked the book. Despite this, it didn’t kick start my reading habit. It took a couple of weeks to finish it since I read it during physical therapy while my thumb sat in the sauna (heating pad).
Back on a dry spell until last week. While sitting in the waiting room for over an hour, I found Carrie Fisher’s book. The gal I had been chatting with in the waiting room every Friday told me she left it there for others to read saying it was a fast and funny read. I took her up on it reading all but the last 20 pages when my son finished his meeting. I took it home and finished it that night. Yes, I returned the book to the waiting room.
The topic of Jonathan Livingston Seagull came up in a conversation with my mom. How? I don’t remember, but she encouraged me to read it. Saying it was a short and powerful read. Went to the library to check it out and finished it that night.
I could feel the craving for books returning. In reading a weekly email newsletter, the writer mentioned that she received a book and was embarrassed she took so long to read this little book. I happened to have that book and pulled it from the shelf. Almost done with it, too.
Ironically, the lesson in this book could very well explain how I got my yearn to read books again. What book? That’ll be another post.