I frequently relax at night by reading a few syllables from whatever book I happen to have on hand before going to sleep. I do this almost every night as it relaxes me and prepares me for my journey off into dream land. I lay on my back, open my book to the appropriate page and tuck the book marker into another part of the book so that it's handy when I grow tired and need to mark my place for the next reading. Then I begin to read. I usually get about three sentences under my belt when Mr. White cat leaps up onto my solar plexus, thus knocking the wind out of me and making me lose my place. This happens almost every night, but for some reason I'm always surprised. Probably the early onslaught of Alzheimer's. So as Mr. Cat rubs along the pages of my book I try to keep reading. First I try and look over his left shoulder and find the sentence I was on before his attack. By the time I find it and read one or two words he has moved to the left so that now I have to look over his right shoulder and try and find the last two words and read them again. Just about the time I do that he decides it's time to rub against the book knocking it out of one of my hands and causing the book marker to fall out of the book. Vainly I try to remain control of the book so I don't lose it too and just about the time I do that Mr. Cat decides it's time for a head butt. Right into my glasses. It's always my glasses. So now my glasses are halfway off my head and my nose or possibly forehead is hurting from the glasses and the head butt. So I rearrange my glasses which is the signal for another head butt. By now I've lost the page I was on and I'm starting to loose patience. So I push Mr. White Cat off the bed and try and resume reading. Off course this means I need to find my page, the paragraph, and the sentence that I've already read halfway through before, and read it again as I forgot what I read. By the time I do all that and manage to get through another sentence I hear my wife, "When are you going to turn out that light?" That means it's time to look for the book marker which always ends up entangled somewhere in the covers or sheet. Or on the floor. War and Peace may take awhile.
I Can Relate To Your Situation MA......Cept Iv'e Got 4 Cats......Multiply Your Problem By 4 And You Can Understand Why I Behave As I Do..... Cheers Glen.
I sit on the couch or lay in bed and I open the book and I read it. Unless it's my kindle in which case I sit on the couch or lay in bed and read it.
I read every night in bed but fall asleep within a couple of pages. I have trouble sleeping without a book, words are my ambien
first i read a paragraph out of the very middle, as once advised by a number of authors, to determine if its something i'd be interested in reading. i've also been known to read what other people consider spoilers, because, if the style, scenery and trip, are of a nature that interests me, anything i know in advance won't really diminish that at all. in any sort of transportation vehicle, when its under way, i want to see what's outside where its going by. while waiting for it to get under way though, that's when i'll read something, or look at pictures, maps, youtube, et.c. on the cell phone, but as soon as it starts moving, i stow them and watch out the windows. at home, i really wish books were still as relatively inexpensive as they were before EVERYTHING started migrating to the internet. i love playing on the computer, but real print on real paper is still easier on my poor old eyes.
Aight this'll fuck y'all up. What about a choose your own adventure book? all over the place in those things. And I always go back to like, hmm, I should have taken the left door, what page number was that again?
that's the advantage, you can always try every path you hadn't yet, something you seldom get to do in real life. (and why it annoys me that life is too short to do so) and if that weren't enough, you can write your own supplemental segments too.
this is sad, unless you've already read all the print off them, so to speak, and like me, they've gotten too damd expensive to buy any new ones, even paperbacks.
I used to read these. The Steve Jackson series. I've joked in my head about doing one on Hip. But ain't no one got time for that.
I have 2 and 3/4 cats. Used to have 4 but 2 died. The White One disappears after he disrupts my reading and doesn't reappear until around 3:00 AM. that's when he starts jumping on me again until I get up and let him outside. The Princess curls up at my feet and just makes it hard to stretch my legs out. But I'm not tall so that's okay. Unless she decides to sleep up by my head and then it's the opposite. The 3 legged one has trouble getting up on the bed but once he does he always lays on my wife's head so that's no bother to me. And now...I'm off to try and read about the Susquehanna River.