I used to be a voracious reader, nose always in a book, a stack next to my bed, plans cancelled so I could finish a page-turner that consumed my every waking thought. But that has changed. While I usually have (at least) one book on the go at any given time, I seem to have lost my literary mojo, and instead of curling up in a chair, disappearing into another world, these days I’m more likely to be sprawled out on the sofa, watching TV like a glassy-eyed zombie. And I’m not happy about it.
The Emirates Airline Festival of Literature is just the jumpstart I need to turn off Netflix and turn some pages instead. Whether you can make it to the event or not, join me in resdisovering your love of reading, by spending an afternoon in a bookstore, finally joining that bookclub your pal told you about, or just dipping into that (growing) stack of novels by the bed.
Enjoy the issue, Helen Farmer Editor