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