What is it about reading that makes me so sleepy?
It doesn't matter whether it's first thing in the morning, in the middle of the afternoon or just before bed. I can be on the beach with sand in between my toes or cuddled up on the couch under a blanket with a creamy, rich hot chocolate by my side. I can be snacking on complimentary honey roasted peanuts while thousands of feet in the air or with my feet firmly planted on the ground. Without a doubt, by page 100, I'm using my finger as a bookmark and I'm a goner.
I can honestly say that I don't know if I've ever read more than three chapters of any book in one sitting that wasn't interrupted by a ten-minute power nap...and I majored in English in college!
It doesn't reflect on the content or the writing style of the author. I could be reading anything and I'd have the same reaction.
Frecklejuice - It's naptime. King Lear - Adios, consciousness. The Natural - I'm off to LaLaLand.
Perhaps it's because reading relaxes me so much it just "zonks" me out...or because it tires out my eyes and they need some quick relief...or perhaps it's the way I'm sitting when I read. Now that I think of it, I almost always read reclined. Maybe my body is confused and thinks it's time for a little snooze.
Regardless, thank you, Warwick Public Library, for allowing me, yet again, to renew my recent read because I can't seem to finish it within the time frame allowed.
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