After 3 weeks at work, the rate of finishing a 350-page book now is 5 days. Quite impressing really. I thought I was going to slow down in reading once I start work. I read while waiting at the station, hop on the train for 5 minutes train ride, I then catch another train. Read another half hour before I arrive to my destination. Sometimes I read during office lunch. But I don’t read over the weekend at home. I don’t read the news anymore. Nothing seems to provide escapism or positive feeling from reading the news, with the recent dreary economic news, more reasons not to do so. I read my book even when I had a pile of required reading at work. I prefer to read my book.
I do not look out of the train for the English countryside, I do not pay attention to passengers that shuffle up and down the train or sat next to me. It is just me and my book. Immerse in my own little world. I need to escape. Escape from depressing thoughts and hopelessness of what my future holds. So I kept on reading and reading, while staying in the city of Reading.