Reading again

This weekend I did something I haven’t done for a very long time. I picked up a book and did not stop reading. I started on Friday evening, after tucking the daughter in, went on until I was drowsy at 3:30am, woke up an hour after to nurse and picked up the book again when I woke up at 9am. Between motherly duties, house chores and meal times, I continued reading. By 11:30pm on Saturday, I was done reading all 700 pages.

It was a book called The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, my husband’s who bought it because someone recommended it but “stopped reading in the middle because it bored him tremendously.” The first 600 pages was like reading a Harlequin book peppered with philosophy here and there. The last 100 pages sounded very much like Nietzsche’s The Superman. I enjoyed it nonetheless.

Reading this way took be me back to high school, when I would borrow all the books I could get my hands on from the library, of the nights I devoured them under a blanket with a flashlight (because I wasn’t allowed to read until the morning), of walking to school with a book in my face, of skipping meals for a novel and of fighting exhaustion at midnight, refusing to put the book down. It was exhilarating.

Oh to be able to sit down and read a book these days takes a considerable amount of effort (especially if you are a new mother active on social media). I felt triumphant afterwards. It was the same feeling when I finished Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose after two long years.

I’ve started reading several books during my pregnancy, a couple of novels but mostly philosophy books, which you don’t need to stay up the whole night for. I have actually forgotten how it’s like to be absorbed in a novel. I hope this weekend reignites my love for reading.

What books are you reading lately?