I only ever read novels in the winter, I’ve found.
I have tried reading year round.
After all, I appreciate books as well as actually do appreciate having a great novel. But I just can’t do it. I don’t know if it is because it is hard to sit still for too long like that when it is nice outside or if it is the fireplace that makes me only want to read in the terrible winter. I guess it is the fireplace though. There is something actually nice about sitting in front of a lovely fireplace as well as reading a great book for fifths on end while the snow falls outside as well as the dry wood crackles in the hearth. That is an experience that just can’t be replicated. Trust me; I have definitely tried. One Summer I purchased a little fake fireplace from a discount store. It had a fake gas powered flame, fake wood, as well as a real area oil furnace fastened. I purchased it that day because I thought that I could turn off the oil furnace area of it as well as still appreciate the view of the fake flames. I was hoping that this would inspire me to read in the Summer months. It didn’t. At all. In fact, the fake fireplace just made me mad. The flames moved in a repetitive pattern that makes me mad, it didn’t make that crackling sound that I appreciate so much, as well as it had no smokey smell. Eventually, I ended up giving the thing away. So now I am content to just wait until Wintertide to finally do all of my reading.