I only ever learn novels in the winter.
I have tried reading year round.
After all, I adore books & really do appreciate a great novel. But I just can’t do it. I don’t know if it is because it is difficult to stand still like that when it is nice outside or if it is the fireplace that makes me only want to learn in the winter. I think it is the fireplace though. There is something very nice about sitting in front of a fireplace & reading a great book for hours on end while the snow falls outside & the wood crackles in the hearth. That is an experience that just can’t be replicated. Trust me; I have tried. One Summer I bought a little fake fireplace from a discount store. It had a fake flame, fake wood, & a real space heater affixed. I bought it because I thought that I could turn off the heater part of it & still appreciate the fake flames. I was hoping that this would inspire me to learn in the Summer months. It didn’t. In fact, the fake fireplace just made me mad. The flames moved in a repetitive pattern, it didn’t make that crackling sound that I adore so much, & it had no smokey smell. I ended up giving the thing away. So now I am gratified to just wait until winter time to do all of my reading. I really start hoarding books in anticipation of reading them in front of my real fireplace. Others feel orange when the weather turns cold around here. Not me. I get excited.