It’s been over 2 months since I finished my degree in English literature, and I’ve just started and finished reading the first proper novel (for pleasure) in +/- 3-4 years. I’m potentially prouder of that than of my actual degree  

(still not entirely sure how I wormed my way through).

I’m sad at how difficult it was to enjoy books again. It felt and still feels a little like I’ve pulled a reading-muscle (not something I would ever have thought possible). I still get nervous/restless when starting a new book, and have to fight the urge to give up / skim. It takes a lot of effort to concentrate on what I’m reading (ridiculous as that may sound… I can’t be the only one this has happened to, right? RIGHT !?).

Long story short, I’ve picked up a few horrendous reading habits and I need to unlearn them as quickly as possible. Teaching myself to love books all over again, one page at a time.

Also, for anyone wondering what the novel was, it’s Misery by Stephen King. The premise was great, it was suspenseful, and I just really, really enjoyed it (despite the nasty skimming habit I still haven’t completely ditched)