I only ever read novels in the winter.
I have tried learning year round.
After all, I enjoy books plus truly do cherish a wonderful novel. But I just can’t do it. I don’t know if it is because it is difficult 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 guess it is the fireplace though. There is something unquestionably nice about resting in front of a fireplace plus learning a wonderful book for hours on end while the snow falls outside plus the wood crackles in the hearth. That is an experience that just can’t be replicated. Trust me; I have tried. One summer time I bought a little fake fireplace from a discount store. It had a fake flame, fake wood, plus a real space heater connected. I bought it because I thought that I could turn off the heater part of it plus still cherish the fake sparks. I was hoping that this would inspire me to read in the summer time months. It didn’t. In fact, the fake fireplace just made me mad. The sparks moved in a repetitive pattern, it didn’t make that crackling sound that I enjoy so much, plus it had no smokey smell. I ended up giving the thing away. So now I am pleased to just wait until winter time to do all of my learning. I truly start hoarding books in anticipation of learning them in front of my real fireplace. Others feel red when the weather turns cold around here. Not me. I get excited.