There is nothing better than a plane ride for getting in some serious, uninterrupted reading time.
I had two flights this weekend, and even though they were only an hour or so each, that’s more time in one sitting than I usually get to just sit back and read my book while someone brings me a cup of tea and throws a tiny sandwich at me. It’s one of the reasons I love flying so much – when else do you find yourself in a situation where you physically can’t do anything but sit and read – there’s nothing else you should or could be doing. It’s a glorious thing.
Categories: Book life