This morning I finally finished reading Laurence Durrell's "Justine". I think it's something of a record - it's taken me months to finish a book barely over 200 pages. And now that I've finished it, I want to re-read it in a single session, to wring every bit of it's essence from it before moving to the other books in the Alexandria Quartet.
Even more than how much I miss writing, I miss reading. I have been an avid reader since I was a child, and until recently spent several hours a day reading. However, life has intruded, and I have taken on more outside projects than I can handle, so both reading and writing have taken a back seat to other activities. However, the one major project that I worked on is now finished, so I will once again have the time to devote to the things I love doing most.
This evening, I hope, I will curl up somewhere comfortable, brew a cup of tea, and start Justine again. The book deserves better from me.
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