My name is Alison Perry and I haven’t read a whole book since becoming a mum.
This wouldn’t be so bad if I was a mum to a three month old, or even a nine month old. But I am, in fact, a mum to a two-and-a-half-year-old. I haven’t read a whole book in two and a half years. Isn’t that shameful? To begin with, it was easy to blame my sleep-deprived, hormone ravaged mind (do hormones affect your concentration? Let’s pretend they do) and then when I went back to work back in August 2011, my brain was putting every bit of its brain-power into performing that incredible juggling act of being-a-working-mum (“Oh. We don’t all sit around in a circle on the floor, singing ‘Where is monkey?’ in this meeting?” is the kind of thing I may have said back then, to my boss.)
But now, what’s my excuse? I generally still like to play the ‘I’m a mum, I haven’t got time to read’ card, but I know plenty of mums who like to read. In all honesty, I suspect that social media has messed with my brain so much that I can’t actually concentrate on a whole book anymore. If something isn’t in 140 characters, I’m afraid I can’t compute it. But hey, surely anything worth saying is worth saying in 140 characters, right? (Charles Dickens totally should have worked that one out back in 1860. If he had, I’m pretty sure I’d have read Great Expectations by now.)
I should add here that I have started reading seven books since becoming a mum. I just haven’t finished any of them. The ends of books are so overrated. Everyone knows the action happens at the start.
So here, they are folks, the seven books I haven’t read since becoming a mum…
Thankfully, I think I’m about to break my bad run of reading and actually complete a book. I’m currently reading Survival Of The Ginnest by Aimee Horton. It’s a book… made up entirely of Facebook status updates. Genius. Even my social media addled brain can cope with this one.