Sunday was the first sunny day that we’ve had here in over a week so when plans for afternoon tea with my parents fell through, I grabbed my book and sped down to the harbourside as fast as my beloved VW Beetle (known as Berkeley) would take me. I live in a small seaside town on the west coast of Scotland, not far from Glasgow, and one of the best things about living here is having a spot like this to relax with a book.
It really is the perfect reading spot. Totally peaceful, with only the occasional dog walker or family out enjoying a rare day of sunshine, and a view like this to look up at whenever the action on the page gets too much or you want to daydream about some incredible literary character…
And also a view like this…
The book I had with me yesterday was a new fantasy novel, The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. I had very high hopes for this one after glowing reviews on Amazon and from a friend with similar tastes to mine – which is to say they range from the classics to the trash! 🙂 After an incredibly disappointing last read (The Haunted Bookshop by Christoper Morley) I was also in the mood to be blown away so it was with a huge sense of excitement that I settled down on my bench in my favourite spot and started to read… When I realised I was more concerned with the seagulls who had created a circle around me and were eyeing me up like I was a giant Happy Meal, than I was with the ‘action’ on the page, I was not a happy bunny.
The debut of Kvothe – magician, thief, dragon-slayer, lover and assassin – is definitely a slow burner and I was wondering how long I should give it before taking it from prized bookshelf space to the Bitter Disappointment pile. I’m not the type of person who feels honour bound to finish every book they start. Life is too short to read bad books and as I have to read a lot of academic stuff for work, I don’t like to spend what little free time I have on boring stories.
Having said that I know that I can be too quick to judge a book sometimes (my friend, Carla is reading this and nodding in total agreement here!) so I determined that I would persevere a wee bit longer. And I’m so glad I did! While it’s early days and there’s a still a lot of book to read, once the story really gets going, there is plenty going on to keep you turning pages, curious to find out where the story is going. There’s a whole other world created in those pages and it’s one that I think I’m going to enjoy spending time in! So it just goes to show you that patience really is a virtue!
How about you? Is there a favourite spot you like to read in?
Do you force yourself to keep going with a book until the bitter end or do you move on if a book isn’t taking your fancy?