Top Ten Tuesday: Places to Read

Today’s Top Ten Tuesday is a “pick your own topic” week. Since I haven’t been doing the meme very long, I just browsed the list of past topics and chose one that took my fancy: top ten places to read.

One: the couch, with my son. Tonight after dinner, my son (who is too young to read his own books) was curled up on the couch watching TV, leaning against me while I read a few chapters of my current read: Wicked After Midnight by Delilah S. Dawson. I’m looking forward to the day when he can read a book instead and we can turn the TV off!

Two: bed. I do most of my reading here. I’m a single girl with a queen sized bed, so believe me when I say there is some epic sprawling that happens. I stayed up half the night reading Forget Me Not by Stacey Nash and, more recently, Unclean Spirits by Chuck Wendig.

Three: our courtyard. Regular readers of my blog will know I bought a new townhouse last year. It doesn’t have the gorgeous sun-drenched balcony my old house did, but the little courtyard has the same comfy outdoor furniture, and is surrounded by leafy trees. Last summer, reading until the summer light faded from the sky, I devoured a few books there: City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare and Running Home by Julie Hutchings.

Four: the bath. This is a dangerous choice, and you need to be prepared. I keep a dry facewasher on the edge so I can dry my fingers before turning the pages. And the first time I dropped a book in the bath I cried — I’ve never been brave enough to risk it with the Kindle. But I used to read heaps of books in the bath. I do it less often these days (since my bath is mostly the purview of kids toys) but I did finish Wicked As She Wants by (again) Delilah S. Dawson in the bath late last year. 🙂

Five: the dining table. It’s not ideal, I grant you, but if I’m eating lunch and want to read a bit over food (which I do a lot), this is the best place to do it. Remember how I said Lauren McKellar broke my heart into pieces when I read The Problem With Crazy? That’s where the tragedy happened. On the bright side, I was close to a dustpan and brush so I could sweep up the shards!

Six: public transport. When I went to university I used to have an hour of bus commutes each way. That time was my time; I didn’t study on the bus, I read novels. These days I have to drive so I can drop the child off at daycare or preschool, but when he’s older I’ll catch the bus to work to save on parking. (Most memorable bus read? Arrows of the Queen by Mercedes Lackey. There’s a grim story to that, though — maybe one for another time.)

Seven through ten: anywhere else. Anywhere I have to wait, especially for appointments. Pretty much anywhere is far game except driving my car or having a shower. I’m an expert at reading while walking, and I don’t even bump into or trip over things. Which is ironic, really, because I bump into or trip over things when I’m not reading.

Maybe there’s something to that…

What’s your favourite place to read?