holiday reads really more? 
More 'free time, less work, less study, less than daily tasks that take away the freedom of space time to devote himself entirely to read that, perhaps lying on the bed, on the beach under an umbrella, or in the garden. The holiday is really the moment when the reader gives un'accellerata his intense hunger for books? The holiday, for many, the holiday forced labor, is more often a real organized program in advance to be untied from the citizen stressful pace. We are looking for specific destinations, many of adventure wild, others thoroughly investigated in order to feed the culture and history, others quite specific pathways full of fun and movement. Therefore, it becomes important not to miss holiday, especially if the time available is limited. Turning tourists iperorganizzati, moving as explorers intermanente oriented improvisation of the moment, I wonder, but you can not find the time to read? E 'clear, depending on the route and a holiday that will be put. At sea, relaxing more 'wild, well reading is fertile land. But as soon as you intend to move, to travel, that's that then also the time for reading is not. I first of all I tried this thing on the road traveling in Tuscany, between the sea and villages, including colors and exciting story to live on site, As soon as you back to the hotel, puff, the pillow was to welcome me with open arms. No book. When you get out of the house from 9 am to 11 pm, with a tiny pit stop in changing room and wash, then it becomes difficult to be able to get stretched out and reading. Want to fatigue, but also for the objective lack of material time. And of course, every time I stumble into the error that the average reader commits: carry around 2-3 books convinced of being able to read hands down at least two titles. Big, huge, gigantic crap. At least, I speak from personal experience. The holiday which is as free diving in the book is certainly that, beach loungers and umbrellas. In that case the book is a companion faithful, to which we can not 'do without. Saying that fills the days, it's ugly in my opinion. Better to say that you "goes," you "follow" you "kidnap." Then, of course, if you happened to close rowdy beach umbrella, there 'makes you want to send to fuck' em all and unfortunately, the book is closed despair, murderous instincts tickling difficult to retain.
I, on the beach, especially in the morning, I tend to fall asleep almost immediately, then immediately into the sea, to collect the cibaria that water makes available free to people and Hours pass, and so 'the pages read are not. I'm a lazy reading on the beach? Unbelievable but true.
much is that this summer I read very little. Even less if the proportions made with my reading of February-March-April-May. Now we have just entered in September, let's see if the machine will continue to march from reading it properly, finding the rhythms of his competence.
short, to read, the holiday is a joke? It 's the perfect time to fish buttarcisi to forget about everything else? It 's the long-awaited moment of newfound freedom for the rest of the year? (Although it is true that the player its small moments of freedom can also trovarseli between a commitment to another, even in places and times of the day at the edge of credibility).
Who knows, and meanwhile the avid reader continues to buy, buy books, taking advantage of summer offers that excite us like never before. The purchase makes compulsive reading backward jams as traffic returning from vacation in late August at the funnel exit Bologna: no one comes out more '. And here, then we believe that the holidays are not able to tackle the backlog. It would take seven lives, not one.
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