I only ever study novels in the winter.
I have tried reading year round.
After all, I love books as well as legitimately do adore a fantastic novel. But I just can’t do it. I don’t know if it is because it is taxing to sit still like that when it is nice outside or if it is the fireplace that makes me only want to study in the winter. I know it is the fireplace though. There is something legitimately nice about resting in front of a fireplace as well as reading a fantastic book for hours on end while the snow falls outside as well as 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, as well as a real space heater attached. I bought it because I thought that I could turn off the heater part of it as well as still adore the fake flames. I was hoping that this would inspire me to study 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 love so much, as well as it had no smokey odor. I ended up giving the thing away. So now I am pleased to just wait until winter time to do all of my reading. I actually start hoarding books in anticipation of reading them in front of my real fireplace. Others feel purple when the weather turns cold around here. Not me. I get excited.