A forgotten love.

Today I learnt that I miss reading.

Okay so maybe not something I have learnt but more something I have realised. I can almost here my parents crying out: "At last - she'll read a book!" The truth is though, I love reading - obviously I do! I love writing so I should love reading. Over the years I have got lost in many novels but the phase seems to come and go.

I ask you though, do you always find time to read? It seems to me that my days go so fast before my eyes that they start to merge in to one and before I know it all the things I've been wanting to do don't happen because I get wrapped up in a life of routine that the unusual never happens.

I read a book today, not a thick 400 paged novel but a short fairy tale take on the life of fashion designer Christian Lacroix: "Christian Lacroix and the tale of Sleeping Beauty." By Camilla Morton, illustrated by the man himself. I will admit, I read it because I pretty much had to for a piece I will be writing about the designer for Rapture Magazine, but I'm glad I did.

Reading is a way to escape reality, you can lose yourself in the life of someone else and sometimes when you get so deep in to a story it's as if you are in the book itself. This isnt news to me, I know what it's like to get lost in the pages of book so why don't I do it more often?

As I said before I get wrapped up in routine and there's never the time to sit down by myself and read. Yeah, I read magazines but it's kind of different. A magazine you can read in company and share it with people but a book is more personal and private.

Reading is forgotten love that definitely needs re-kindling. If only there were more hours in the day.