If you love to read, you know that there’s really no inappropriate place for reading (except, perhaps, in the driver’s seat of a moving car). However, some places are more conducive to reading than others. This post gives you a tour of the three best places to read in my apartment. Sure, the kitchen table is great if the reader needs a flat surface to take notes, but that’s not really the kind of reading I’m talking about. And the bed may look tempting, but there’s a reason why chiropractors says it’s bad to read in bed. So the three places below are the top choices for someone who wants to read for an extended period of enjoyable time.
1. The guest room/office
Here you can sit on my slouchy old friend, the futon, and cuddle up with your book and a pillow. Though you can’t tell in this picture, which I took at dusk, the window lets in some excellent reading light.
Possibly the presence of the Triwizard Champions and friends in the previous picture clued you in to the fact that this room is also home to my Harry Potter artifact collection. In this picture you can see the Triwizard Cup (it can serve as a reading lamp too), the Marauder’s Map, and my wands.
Now that I have a designated office space, working on the computer isn’t so bad either.
2. The living room
Here you have two options: the couch or the recliner.
I prefer the recliner for reading and the couch for watching TV. As you can see, the living room is also a great place to dabble in amateur geography.
This bird artwork has very little to do with reading (though it does have a lot of words on it), but I wanted to show it off because it’s the newest addition to my living room. I just bought it this morning from Sassy Sal Sells. The bird painting also gives a clue to something you might see if you go through the door right next to where it hangs. Read on!
3. The balcony
Especially when it isn’t pollen season, the balcony is a great place for open-air reading, as you can see in this post-reading still life. In case you’re wondering, the book is Barnaby Rudge, the final Charles Dickens novel I need to finish before I can say I’ve read them all. Barnaby sure ain’t no David Copperfield, which may be why I’m taking pictures and blogging instead of reading.
The great thing about reading on the balcony is that when you look up from the page, there is natural beauty to behold. Each season has its own special feature to focus on; in spring it’s the dogwood tree that I hope you can see fairly well in this picture despite the crummy lighting.
“Muggles think these keep evil away. But they’re wrong.” –Luna Lovegood
The balcony is also home to my wind chimes, which I’m sure my neighbors love. Well, they’ve never complained, anyway, and perhaps the reason is that both chimes are well-crafted and unusually melodious, and since they’re made of two distinct materials, their sounds don’t clash. This traditional metal chime was a Christmas gift from my brother. I also have an exotic-sounding bamboo one that I bought in the Outer Banks.
Not pictured: I recently bought a hanging basket of pansies. Less than a week after I hung it up, I noticed that a bird had built a nest among the flowers. (I posted an early picture of the nest on Instagram–my username is tessrs.) Today I discovered that the nest now holds two tiny blue eggs, which I decided not to photograph, not only because of the crummy lighting but also because I thought the bird deserved some privacy. The past few times I’ve gone out onto the balcony, I’ve noticed the small, gray bird flying away from the basket and over to a neighboring evergreen tree. Apparently she doesn’t want to hang out with me while I read.
So if you come visit me, bring a book! I won’t think you’re a rude guest if you slip away to one of these three special spots for a while.