Here’s something that non-academics probably don’t know about academics: reading for pleasure is a rebellious act. It may not seem like it to most folks, but finally getting to crack that novel I bought six years ago and just haven’t had the time to get around to yet is kind of a big deal, especially since I could be reading any number of other things that would profit my dissertation or an article I’ve been working on, or perhaps I could be reading a book so I can write a review, or maybe a book on the latest trend in pedagogy…
…but not tonight. Tonight, I stand with the Icelanders who exchange books as gifts and then spend the evening of Christmas Eve in bed, reading books and eating chocolate.
I have the book.
I have the chocolate.
I’m good to go, except for that sinking feeling, but I’m going to try to not let it bother me. I’m going to try to enjoy a nice sci-fi novel that will stimulate other parts of my brain and remind me, I hope, of why I fell in love with reading in the first place. That’s one of those things that I shouldn’t lose sight of as much as I do.
In any case, I wanted to at least post something, even if it’s short (there have been plenty of posts in the past week that have been over 500 words, so this one can come in under the bar a bit, I think). I also wanted to wish everyone a gleðileg Jólabókaflóð and a peaceful Christmas Eve.