I’m a teacher, teaching high school English. I work a lot. Most days I work around 12 hours, and at the weekends I work a lot, too. When I’m not working, I’m generally asleep. Teaching is fucking hard, yo, and it doesn’t leave much time for what I love best, which is reading. I became an English teacher in part to share my utter adoration of books and reading with the kids I teach, and as a result I have no time to read. How’s that irony for you?
But on Friday evening, I had an evening where I told myself I was taking the evening off. I was going to the theatre, and I would take the train there and back to give myself the time to read. I would set off an hour early and buy myself a coffee in a nice coffee shop, and I would read. I wouldn’t spend that time planning lessons or marking books, writing ‘sp?’ in red pen above a student’s ambitiously spelled words. I had a stack of ten books that I have yet to read, mostly piled precariously beside my bed, leaning against my overflowing laundry basket. I don’t have the time to do laundry, either.
I piled the books onto my bed to pick one out and take it with me. Insurgent? Shift? Sequels to novels I’ve managed to squeeze in since December. Or something else, The Book Thief, ready for the film coming out? As if I have time to go to the cinema anyway. I wanted something less heavy than that, maybe some YA that I can recommend to my students. My eye fell on Fangirl, the most recently purchased of these books and so theoretically at the bottom of the pile. I’d never read any @rainbowrowell before, but I’d heard good things about the book here on tumblr and after reading the blurb I couldn’t leave it behind at Waterstones. Not when it was on special offer, anyway. I shoved it into my bag and slipped out of the door, heading for the train station.
my family and friends trying to get me to leave the house