Reading

I love to read, but I am a lazy reader. Not quite a chick lit level, but I do reread the same books over and over. I know I’ll enjoy them. I don’t have time to waste on reading something I might not enjoy, I read to relax above anything else so enjoyment is important.

One of the things I’ve set out to do this year is finally read One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I bought it in Madrid in 2008 with the intention of one day reading it in Spanish. I’ve given up on that plan and will now settle for reading it in English. 

So I just got it out to read, opened it up…and then decided to write this post! Not the best start. We’ll see how I get on…