Lost in Pages

I have been an avid reader for as long as I can remember.

Since childhood, books have been my constant companions. I’ve cherished the thrill of solving mysteries with Nancy Drew or getting lost in the romance of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy or laughing out loud with Jeeves and Bertie.  Reading was more than a hobby; it was a sanctuary where I could escape into exciting worlds, learn, explore, and find inspiration.

As the years passed, my love affair with books deepened into a more intense and passionate connection. I read a lot. I read everything—thrillers, romance, humor, memoirs/biographies, self-help, YA, sci-fi, horror, historical fiction, to name a few.

I read everywhere… a few pages here, a few pages there—on a bus, on a train, in a waiting area, in a queue, in bed, while eating alone, and sometimes even in the loo. There were days (I wish I had more such days!) when I read from morn to night and left the bed just for bare necessities.

I read all the time and loved it.

I participated in numerous book reading challenges over the years and truly loved how they made me read and explore out of my comfort zone.

But that was a long time ago.

Things have changed.

In the whirlwind of the pandemic, my reading habit took a backseat. Initially, the chaos of adjusting to work from home, learning new skills, and managing household chores (ok, the last part not so much, as my boys did most of that) left little room for my beloved books.

I thought, “Once things settle, I’ll have plenty of time to read.” Yet, that moment never arrived. Reading was always on my mind, but I never got the time. It was especially frustrating because books are, well, my thing.

Despite friends reassuring me that it was just a phase, I found myself trapped. I bought books and added titles to my Goodreads list, hoping to reignite the flame.

But the non-reading phase persisted.

Now, after months of attempting to revive my reading habit, I find myself battling against distractions like my phone, post-work fatigue, and a weakened attention span.

Even with a book open in front of me, my focus fades after a chapter or two.

But I’m determined to change that. I’m revisiting the strategies I laid out in 2020 to read more:

1. Read what I love

Thrillers and humor are my go-to genres, and I’ll embrace them wholeheartedly.

2. Follow the cat rule

Like a cat carrying her kittens, I’ll carry my Kindle or book wherever I go.

3. Prioritize reading

I’ll make reading a non-negotiable part of my daily routine.

4. Reading sprints

When motivation wanes, I’ll set a timer for 15 minutes, read, take a short break, and repeat. These sprints should help me regain my reading focus.

Yes, it’s time to rekindle the joy I once found in books and make reading an integral part of my life again.

In the past, I was truly lost in the pages, immersed in worlds of mystery, romance, laughter… Today, as I navigate the distractions and challenges, I am determined to rediscover that sense of being ‘lost in pages.’ With each word, I am forging a path back to the joy I once knew, and in the future, I envision a story where every chapter is an adventure, and the journey is once again defined by being utterly and blissfully lost in the pages.

This post is part of the Bookish League blog hop hosted by Bohemian Bibliophile