Where do you most like to read? A comfortable armchair in front of the fire? (That sounds very old fashioned, somehow.) Stretched out on the sofa? Outside, in dappled shade in a peaceful park? In a bustling café? In bed?
If reality doesn’t quite come up to the mark, is there somewhere completely idyllic where you would rather pursue your love of the printed word if only you could afford to get there?
For me, circumstances dictate that, for now, it’s an old but eyelid-loweringly comfy leather wing chair in my crowded study, with books covering one wall and framed miscellanea on the others. It’s not quite a private library, but it’s as close to one as I can afford. If I were not constrained by my bank balance, reading heaven would probably be a simple wooden chair on a shady terrace outside a house (preferably one I owned) on a hillside in Umbria.
The chair on the pebble beach overlooked by bookshelves in the photo may not be ideal for some people. But in French, the image works – La plage sous les pages. (I can’t get it to rhyme in other languages – can anyone help?)
Feel free to share your own dream reading spot in the “What do you think?” box below.