Monday is blog day. It has been for three weeks. I know this, I plan for this. So why then, at midnight last night had I still not uploaded a new blog?

I got carried away.

By a book.

And it was fantastic.

I’d forgotten what it was like to read for pleasure. I’m sure most English students, and graduates, will tell you the same thing. When you have to read three books, not one of them of your own choice, a week to stay on top of your studies, it stops being something you do for fun. It stops being something you would consider a hobby and instead becomes an obligation. On my summer holiday last year I lay by the pool and trudged through Virginia Woolf’s To The Lighthouse and Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man by James Joyce. Not exactly the light holiday reading I’m used to.

I can’t remember the last time I read like I have in the past week, with that ‘can’t put it down’ intensity where my hands are physically attached to my book until I’ve read the last word of the last sentence on the last page. Last night I sat for hours without pencil, notebook, page markers or highlighters surrounding me and read chapter after chapter.

It was pure bliss.

I love reading. And I’m good at reading, I always have been. My Mum used to say, ‘you’re never alone with a book’ and I really embraced that. I’ve got more books than I can count; the entire house is full of them. We were really encouraged to read, so much so that I’m sure my older brother and I have almost super human reading speeds. We were always desperate to be on to the next book, and then the next and the next. I feel like that again now, like I have to know what happens next, I need to be on to the next instalment already.

To have started reading again, for pleasure this time, has made me feel so happy, and when you’re happy things just seem to fall into place. My wonderful, beautiful and above all helpful, older sister emailed me yesterday. She’d spoken to a friend of hers who works in publishing about a possible work experience placement for me in their marketing department, the cherry on top being a few days shadowing a member of the editorial department. Fantastic!

I feel so lucky to have so many people supporting me and going out of their way to help me find my way.

Everything is going well at the moment. I’m feeling good. I'm feeling positive.

Do you ever feel like you were made to do something? I think maybe I was made to read.