Do you find yourself reading more books during different seasons of the year? Or perhaps you’re a seasonal reader, who only reads during certain times of the year. The publishing industry has three seasons, but from other writers I know, the Spring season seems to release more books, at least fiction, than others. Is that when people are planning their vacation reads?

In contrast, December doesn’t appear to be a big month for new fiction releases, perhaps because giving fiction as a Christmas present isn’t all that common—unless of course you have an appropriately seasonal book. Who has time to read during that month, anyway? (Well, many of us do, but I know holiday demands can leave little room at the end of the day.)

The truth is, avid readers everywhere know all seasons are the best for reading!

This is April, the beginning of a new season. A time of rebirth and sunshine. What could be better than enjoying fresh air after a long winter with a good book out on the porch? Or at the park? Or at home on your favorite reading chair with the window open for the first time this year?

Summer reads are straight ahead! Vacations! Beach reads; airplane reads; long summer evening reads. Can a vacation really be a vacation without a peek into a new book?

But then I think of chilly autumn nights and wonder what could be better than snuggling inside a warm sweater and sitting down with a cup of hot tea and a good book?

Or winter, when the days are so short and everyone is hibernating. What else can pass those long, sunless afternoons than a good book?

Surely there is no single season more perfectly suited than any other to enjoy a good book.

So this reminds me of the movie Camelot, when Lancelot sings to Gwinevere about how he could never leave her. I’m taking a cue from Jim from yesterday and will introduce a video (although this one isn’t nearly as fun, but it is more musical!) Here’s what I’m talking about: Instead of Lancelot singing of his beloved, think of the books you read instead!

If ever I would leave you (my beloved books) it couldn’t be in springtime, summer, winter or fall . . . no, never could I leave you, at all . . .

(The excerpt is longer than it needs to be, just the first two and a half minutes highlight this song. Enjoy!)

From one year-round-reader to another!