Reading

It’s a weird way to start bloggin again after a biiig break, but here I am and I will start with changes in my life :)

I started reading. I always liked readin but never was really consistant in reading. Occasional book that I was overwealmed by and then nothing for months. Last year I remmeber I put it again in my NY resolutions, but didn’t do anything about it. And finally when I moved to Brussels, and found Waterstones not too far from home, where I am now a regular guest. I always wanted to read books I wanted - in English, not overpriced in foreign literature section in Kiev and not in 10 years when finally there's russian translation, but actually NOW, when I still want to read it - in the language it was written in.

In 3 months I already bought lots of books…

Now in my bag -> "Authentic happiness" by Martin Seligman

Maybe later I post other books I am reading, and if you have suggestions of good books - feel free to leave a comment - will save me time in the store wondering around the book shelves.

I have my own ritual of buying books: there's gotta be a book on the topic I am interested in, a challenging book on something I am not familiar with (requires thinking), something mind-challenging, something easy (smething funny-easy and sad-easy)… And I read 2-3 at the same time depending on my mood.

I read in the bus, at home, in the park, on the train…

And somehow reading makes me so happy. And this is one addiction I am not afraid of.