Reading droughts ... do they matter?
The unthinkable has happened in the last six weeks. I haven't read a a book. Yep, I haven't read a book; since the start of June. I've been experiencing a reading drought. Holy shit. I think the last time this happened was in my twenties when I was overwhelmed as a new English teacher and my mental health suffered. That's what I do. I read. Read in the bath, read in bed, read in the kitchen, read whilst cooking, read as a passenger in the car, read whilst waiting for appointments, read when there is cleaning to do, read when I should be marking essays. And now ... I'm not reading. A level English Language exam marking has taken over my life, as well a whole load of busy life stuff has been happening in the last six weeks. I mean, I know I've read at work. I've read A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Macbeth. I've read Lord of the Flies, and An Inspector Calls. I've read poetry, and non fiction, and linguistics research. I've modelled m