On holiday last week I struggled to read. I’m not really sure why – unless it is as simple as the constant availability of Twitter/email/Facebook/Pinterest/Google Reader on the iPad has in fact destroyed my attention span – but I found myself only reading ebook samples and magazines, and starting books I found I wasn’t really that interested in after all.
I bought The Lover’s Dictionary ages ago in, I think, a Kindle sale. I’ve read and loved a few David Levithan books and this one looked particularly interesting, as it’s written as a series of dictionary definitions (in alphabetical order, so not an entirely linear narrative). The Lover’s Dictionary is adult though, not YA.
I started it on Friday evening simply because it was the next book in line on the Kindle (app) and I thought my frazzled brain could maybe manage the choppy style of the text. And then I didn’t want to put it down. I read to about halfway, but had to admit defeat and go to sleep.
At about half one, Harry woke me up because he’d been sick all over his bed. Once I’d settled him in my bed, stripped his bed, washed sick off the six toys he had in bed with him and fetched him a glass of water and a bucket in case it happened again, I found I couldn’t get back to sleep. So I read the rest of the book. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.