A little context:
Remember when you were a kid and you got yourself so immersed in a book that you lost hours in the day? Was it just me? I would sit in my room and read and read and read.
We were once on a flight home from a holiday in Turkey and the plane landed and then suddenly took flight again due to there already being a plane on the runway. My mum was terrified (so much so that she needs a drink before she steps on a plane these days) where as I never took my nose out of my Point Horror book.
I am a little obsessed with ‘Game of Thrones’ at the moment and finished reading the first book two years ago on holiday; to read one whole book was a miracle with a then 20 month girl. I started reading ‘A Clash Of Kings’ as soon as I returned home from that holiday and I am still reading it now. I am on page 479…
Having recently watched series five on Sky, I have started reading again. However, having two young people hanging off me day and night, a house to clean, too many American TV series to watch, and come September, there will be work to complete, my reading is falling by the wayside and it’s making me sad. So here is my ode to my lovely lonely Kindle written with a glass of red wine in hand and with my tongue firmly in cheek.It was Christmas 2012 and Santa had been along with his elves.
Lying hidden amongst the girl’s presents and tinsel, there was a box marked ‘Amazon Kindle’.
Now, being a lover of books and pages, I was assured a love would blossom that would defy the ages.
I read a few novels that I bought and owned. But one day there was an offer on ‘Game of Thrones’.
Laying by a pool, I read it, loved it and saw my obsession begin. So much so, I paid full price for ‘A Clash of Kings’.
Two years down the line, it cuts a lonely figure laying on my bed. I’d even forgotten that Ned Stark lost his head.
I delve in and out and Arya is a prisoner at Harrenhal and even though I have seen all the series, I wonder, will she ever make it to the damn Wall?
I’ve read about Jon Snow getting beaten by Craster and yet I know he stupidly allows Sam Tarley to leave and be a Maester.
Ah my Kindle, my son’s favourite chew toy. How will I ever learn the fate of Ned’s Bastard boy?
The girl plays with you and pretends you’re a phone and I’ve so often left Sansa mid chapter at King’s Landing lost and alone.
I notice my fonts have been changed again and again and despite book marking my page, I can’t find Daenerys Targaryen.
Ah my Kindle how many bedrooms have you been thrown across? I need to keep reading to learn more about the Free Cities of Essos.
Will you ever sleep for longer than an hour, my son? Just so I can see if Tywin Lannister ever marches on Riverrun.
The characters are frozen and locked in an electronic state. Will poor Ned’s bones make their way back to his beloved Cate?
And what becomes of the evil King Joff? Okay, so I’ve seen season four and I know he’s killed off.
Ah reading for pleasure, I miss you so dearly. Long gone are the literary worlds I once imagined so clearly.
My Kindle, a device so often chewed that my girl actually thinks you belong to the Ninja Flippin’ Dude.
I know I am complaining about my lack of time and the desire to read my Kindle, but my life is so much richer now that I am no longer childless and single…!