I can’t fall asleep easily without reading a book for five minutes. There are always books beside my bed, on the floor and on the shelves. The last thing I look for before I go upstairs is my current book. And even in those busy times when I’m not devouring books – I always find something to read in bed. A knitting book, a favourite book of essays, a book Bushboy wants me to read.
Mr. Kate falls asleep when he goes to bed. But if I don’t read, don’t allow my mind to slow down into the rhythm of the written word, I toss and turn for ages. That last bit of reading somehow gets my brain to let go of the day’s thoughts. Some nights it’s hard to put the book down, and I read longer than I should. But most nights I can tell myself just 5 or 10 minutes, and I stick to it.
Since I was a little girl, bedtime has included that book moment. I can’t imagine life without it.