Reading, Reading and Reading

I have the feeling that there is always not enough time for reading. There is always something to do. Of course I can read on my way to work, at the bus station or while standing in the queue. There is also some time in the evening reserved for reading, but it is always not enough. So, if I have a special day, only for myself I would love to spend it reading. I would sit in the comfortable armchair, with earl grey tea and with the whole bookcase with novels chosen especially for me. And I would read, and read, and read.