The casualties of reading.

I am proud to say that I have now finished my first book for The Knackered Parents' Book Club. (How to Stop Time by Matt Haig) I found it well written and thought provoking, however, book club meets next Thursday and I am so sleep deprived that I might have forgotten what thoughts it provoked by then! I AM having THOUGHTS on things other than what I would do if I won the lottery, so this can only be a good thing.

The process of reading was not without it's casualties though. When I first started reading the book I decided to use a bookmark to mark my place (obviously, you are thinking, what else would a bookmark be used for). In my ignorance I chose a bookmark my husband had bought me back from Thailand BC (before children). It is silver, with elephants and leaves embossed on it. Ah, that's lovely, I thought, that will be a nice choice. I put it in and looked at it in the book for a while. It was pleasing. I went to the toilet. I came back. It was gone. My son was trying to hide it behind the radiator. This is our conversation:

Me: "Can I have my bookmark back please?"

Eddie "What's a bookmark?"

Me: "That's a bookmark."

Eddie: "No, it's not."

Me: "Yes it is, you see it keeps the place in my book."

Ella: (deciding to weigh in on the conversation) "I want it for my book"

Me: "You don't need a book mark"

Ella: "Why?"

Me: "Because your books are about 6 pages long."

At this point Eddie ran off with it and threw it down the stairs. On a daily basis I would go to read the book and find the book mark had been removed and hidden in increasingly hard to find places. Already exhausted I would then end up re reading parts I had forgotten I'd already read. It all ended tragically when the bookmark was found torn in two in the middle of my bedroom. There were no witnesses.

Keep reading and look after your bookmarks!

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