Monday, 8 February 2010
perchance to read....
I am truly savouring the sheer joy of being able to lounge around and catch up on all the terrific reads that were kindly given to me as Christmas gifts.
It certainly takes me some effort not to feel guilty when doing nought but read.
Why is reading often seen as 'doing nothing' as opposed to doing 'something', whatever that may be?
Is it me, or do my fellow bloggers share similar feelings? I'm sure it has nothing to do with the way I was raised, my parents were both avid readers. Does it have its origins in modern society? I dont know, but I would like to hear any views that you may have.
Anyway, I am currently reading the above book by Michael Greenberg and enjoying every page of the book....
The Washington Post describes Greenberg as, 'a poet of New York, evoking in these fleeting pieces the city in all its scuffed and squalid grandeur'.
As the song says...I'm busy doing nothing...
Have a grand week nice people.