Every summer, the Toronto Public Library runs a Summer Reading Club for kids. When I was younger, I used to absolutely love this program. Every year it would be a different theme and you’d get a poster; for every book you read, you’d get a sticker for the poster. I distinctly remember one summer when the theme was planets: you had to read nine books throughout the course of the summer to get a sticker representing each of the planets (yes, Pluto was still a planet!) and complete the poster. I must have been nine or ten at the time, and reading was really all I did. I didn’t have that many friends and I was very much content sitting at home or at the library and reading for hours and hours at a time. I would get through a book almost every day. By the end of the summer, I had nine completed posters (each with all nine planets)!
As I got older, I found myself with less and less time to read for pleasure. Over the past few years, I have spent so much time reading scientific papers, textbooks, and other non-fiction books relevant to my research, that I forgot to make time to read novels. This past weekend, I went to the Ithaca Book Sale and bought a mix of non-fiction research/science related books but also a few novels. I started reading Sundays at Tiffany’s a few days ago, and I just finished it! I’ve been feeling pretty burnt out research-wise so it was nice to bury myself in a book and just forget about everything else for a bit. It also reminded me how much I enjoy reading, and I’m already excited to pick up the next novel from my recent haul. I might even stop by the book sale again this weekend and pick up more books!