My family – well, mainly my Mumma’s family – is a readerly one.
We love books. We love to read. And we love sharing these with each other.
In fact, it is not unknown for us to visit each other with a book in hand and just sit there reading together.
It’s just something we’ve always done. It’s natural for us.
I was reminded of this yesterday when my amazing – and very patient – Mumma kept me company for the 8 or so hours it took for me to get an iron infusion.
After discovering the book she’d borrowed from my library was one she’d already read before, I gave her the one I’d brought with me.
It was My Most Excellent Year by Steve Kluger.
I napped, fidgeted, whinged, took my IV thing – we named ‘Earnest’ – for walkies, and basically drove her and the nurses nuts, but I also watched her enjoying the book.
As the end of the infusion got closer and closer, I watched her more and more, and asked her where she was up to in the storyline when she started to smile or laugh out loud or was touched by a particular moment.
This was when she began to read bits and pieces out loud to me and we talked about scenes we especially liked.
This is something my family has always done too.
We read out the things we think others will like.
So, there I was… a grumpy, 36 year old Kris laying in a hospital bed and hooked up to Earnest with my Mumma reading to me.
Cool, right. 🙂
Kris + Books = Good. *Sometimes*. 