Yesterday I mentioned I haven’t been discussing belly dance much lately, and that’s supposed to be what this blog is about. Well, there’s another topic I’ve been neglecting as well, and that’s books.
Reading is my favorite thing in the world to do, even more than dance. My favorite place to read is in the hammock in the back yard. Back when I had a job, it was where I would unwind after work. It was sheer bliss to lie there swaying gently, hearing the burble of the waterfall, and staring up into the leaves and sky. (See photo.) The hammock was also the perfect place for thinking. Or not thinking—to just look and feel and listen without actually thinking about anything. This is much harder to do than it sounds--to stop the busy mind and just be.
I’m appalled that so far this year I've read only 5 or 6 books. Pitiful. It’s true that two of those books required more time and concentration than most. They were books of substance, dense with facts, names, and places. We're talking serious scholarship. One was Cleopatra, A Life, by Stacy Schiff, and the other, which I’m still reading, is Apollo’s Angels, A History of Ballet, by Jennifer Homans. Besides those, I've read a few light novels, mostly thrillers by Lee Childs.
I’m not a fast reader. I miss too much when I read fast. To me, a good book is like a gourmet meal, so I try to savor every bite. I linger over it, mark passages for future reference, and admire how the author expressed this or structured that.
|View from the hammock|