I can read on the subway, on the bus, on the plane, in some cars, at lunch, at tea, at home...almost everywhere. I avoid walking and reading, usually: a couple of times I've gotten off my train in the middle of a crucial point in my book, and I can't wait to see what happens next. Even then, I'll try the quieter streets. Just like I don't like people texting on their phones bumping into me, I prefer not to be a nuisance.
One reading spot, which is beloved by many, I just can't get into, and that's in the bath. It is an awkward experience. I've tried to make it work - you know those bathtub caddies? It holds everything you need to have a soak with the most. I've had them before, but here's the thing: the book stays dry, but what about when you need to turn the page? What about an e-reader? Well, all I need is for a knee to go rogue and knock the whole thing into the drink. Too risky.
A magazine is an occasional exception. For instance, on my last visit to London, my friend and I stayed three nights in a hotel that was kind of posh for someone like me. The bathtub was massive, especially compared to the one at home, and had a window overlooking the West End (well, mostly the theater housing The Lion King, but still pretty amazing.) At this point, I thought I'd be cheating myself if I didn't at least try a luxurious soak, and so I grabbed a complimentary decorating mag and indulged. Even then, it wasn't the delight I'd hoped it would be. Why? Well, maybe it's the bath taking itself. I like it for a short time, and then I'm done. I stopped buying Lush bath bombs because it didn't make sense to waste five bucks on something that I'd be bored of within minutes. I've tried bringing a glass of wine, and that's almost worth it, and then I'm bored again. Tea doesn't work, either, unless it's iced, and then I want a porch, not a tub.
Is this a failing of mine? I suppose I can watch Netflix on my tablet, or listen to audio books to pass the time. Or maybe I should stick to singing in the shower (sorry neighbors)...