Sheils Writes

Looking through old pictures I realize I don’t have any of me doing activities, I was (still am) a quiet person.  Growing up I liked craft classes on a Saturday morning, laying on a lounge chair in my backyard flipping through Tiger Beat, Glamour, Mademoiselle or Seventeen magazines, swimming in the above ground pool we were lucky to have (thanks Mom & Dad!), and apparently, as you can tell from this photo, after a swim, reading a book.  Who didn’t love V.C. Andrews creepy “Flowers in the Attic” series of young children hidden away in an attic?

Lately, I don’t do this leisurely reading activity.  When I was young, I read constantly.   Perhaps because there was no internet, shows to binge watch, true crime networks that I get lost in until I fall asleep.  I truly loved reading.  I miss it.

This weekend I’m going to read a book … there … I’ve put it in writing so now I have to do it.  I’ve chosen Kirsty Greenwood’s, “The Love of My After Life”, a lot less morbid than those children in the attic from what I’ve read on the back cover.  Words like ‘hilarious’, ‘laughs’ & ‘romantic comedy with added magic’ sounds good to me.   Looking forward to escaping into a good book.  Soothe my teenage soul that’s still in there somewhere who needs to put her phone on silent, stash the tv remotes in a drawer, and reignite her passion for lazy days just reading a book.