However, and this is writing-related, you’ll be glad to
know, what kept me going was reading, in particular series reads. Normally when I’ve read one book I like to
read something quite different next, but for some reason, while I was feeling so
rubbish, all I wanted to do was to read a whole series, one after the other, in
the right order. (Which I could do,
thanks to my wonderful Kindle!) Maybe it
was the comfort of feeling I knew the main characters, so didn’t have to start
each book working out who was who and whether they could be trusted or not. Reading more and more stories about my
favourite characters was remarkably relaxing.
The series I started with and enjoyed most was the “Doctor Ruth Galloway”
series by Elly Griffiths (recommended to me by fellow-blogger Sue Purkiss).
I was delighted to see that there were thirteen books in the
series, and read them all avidly, obsessively, even – until I got to the end of
the 13th and discovered to my dismay that the next one won’t be
published until February!
After that I began on a series by Ann Granger (The Mitchell
and Markby series) which I also enjoyed.
So yet again, more stories, more series…
And I remembered that, when I was a child, how much I'd enjoyed reading series books – most especially L. M. Montgomery’s “Anne of
Green Gables” series and Malcolm Saville’s “Lone Pine” series.
So maybe when we’re ill we automatically revert to the
comfort of remembered childhood pleasures.
Whatever it was, stories, in particular series stories, gave me a lot of
pleasure at the time when I could do little else.
Now I must get back to writing stories too - maybe I should write a series…