Musings.

pdxadventurer:

“My favourite place to read is really anywhere so long as I can spread myself out. Couch, rug, bed, whatever feels best. This is because I’m a fidgeter. I flip-flop around a book like it’s the only thing I have to hold onto in a storm.

I wish I could tell you that I read in my favourite café with my legs neatly crossed, sitting next to a peppermint tea atop a dainty saucer, all in a beam of morning light. But I can’t, because I’m lying on my belly, ignoring the fact that leaning on my arms is making them fall asleep. When they do, no problem. I just plop around onto my back and hold the book above my head, or maybe curl around the book on my side in some unnatural fashion, or sit up and balance it on my knees.

Did you just step on something? Oh, that was me. I was rolled up in a blanket on the floor. Don’t worry about it.

When I was a teenager, I even threw sitting awkwardly upside down into the mix, legs thrown up and over the back of an armchair, but had to give that up when I became a Lady because no gentleman worth his salt takes an upside-down person to the altar. Not that I’m fishing for husbands when I’m halfway through the latest George R.R. Martin, but you have to draw a general conduct line somewhere, don’t you think?” —Kate Beaton

I often lay on my back and hold the book up above my face and then people laugh at me, but whatever, sometimes it’s more comfortable—until my arms get tired. 

Makes me think of one warm, sunny day last summer when I was doing that “reading pose” on the blanket laid out on the grass and then my guy friend cozied up next to me and read the book along with me and then we made fun of one of the characters and discussed what was happening in the book.

I like reading in bed, curled up on my side. If it isn’t a position that I can sleep in, I’m probably not comfortable.