I am extremely grateful that I’ve had more free time than usual lately, because it gave me the chance of reading a lot, which, as you know, is so much harder when you have your work, house and family to think about all day.
I had a bit of a nostalgic moment in which I remembered how reading was light when I was a child. I really loved it – well, I obviously still do – and I literally spent hours past my bedtime reading under the covers with my flashlight on.
I’m pretty sure my parents knew about it, I probably wasn’t that subtle at all, and I usually spent half of the next day yawning, but they never stopped me. There was something truly magical in staying up late to see how the current book ended.
I have felt the need to recreate that feeling, lately. You know, I could just keep the lights on and read comfortably at two a.m., but where’s the fun in that? I was doing what I love best, book shopping, and I found something in my local bookshop that made my eyes light with joy.
And that’s how I ended up with a reading headlight that is now sitting on my bedside table. It’s actually pretty awesome, and quite a long way from the weak flashlight I used when I was nine years old. First of all, it’s LED-driven, which means that it’s virtually infinite and much brighter than a normal one. What’s even better, you have your hands free and turning pages is much easier.
At the bookshop there were even some reading glasses with a flashlight incorporated – but they didn’t appeal that much to me, to be honest.
Still, now I am spending most nights in my bed, under the covers, feeling like a child again, and it’s very nice.
Since I was thinking about my childhood and being all nostalgic (and I had spent most of my book-dedicated budget for the month already), I went through my library and chose some of my favourite books from when I was little.
I started reading some of them again and I found amazing how you can read the same pages in a completely different way if you are a few years older. For example, I found philosophic and religious references, unexpected quotes, hidden meanings. I believe these types of books are the best – the ones built on many levels, that are as enjoyable at nine years old as they are at thirty, because you find different meanings in them.
Would you like to know some titles? I reread “Hans Brinker, or the Silver Skates” by Mary Maped Dodge, “Little Women” by Louise May Alcott, and “The Chronicles of Narnia” by C.S.Lewis.
Now I’m starting “The Prince and the Pauper” by Mark Twain all over again… let me tell you: this is something everyone should do every once in a while. Take the dust off those old volumes and read them again. You’ll find out that the story may be the same, but the meaning behind it will be so much greater than you remember.
You might also find some of those boring books your high-school teacher forced you to read when you were a teenager beautiful!