Where Stories Sit Beside Us
Welcome. I’m so glad you’ve found your way here.
Rebecca’s Reading Room is a place for readers who don’t just read books, but take them somewhere. Into parks. On to benches. Beneath trees. Into moments where the world softens and the page begins to breathe alongside us.
A few years ago, I was sitting in a park with a book in my hands, the kind of book that announces itself by weight alone. Thick pages. A scent that only time can give. The sort of book that has been held, opened, and loved long before it ever reached you.
I was reading The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood. And beside me stood a tree that felt, for that hour, like part of the story itself. Not scenery, but companion. The kind of place where reading doesn’t feel separate from living, but stitched into it.
Some of us have special reading places. We return to them. Or we carry them with us. And over time, the book and the setting become inseparable — the story remembered not just by plot, but by light, air, birdsong, and stillness.
Today, I’d like to share a moment from that world — from young Robin Hood, from the shooting match, from a story that has travelled centuries to find a quiet afternoon under a tree.
And this is what Rebecca’s Reading Room is all about. It’s about taking books out into the world with us. Letting stories sit beside us. Allowing pages to mingle with place, memory, and time. Here, reading isn’t rushed. It isn’t measured or counted. It’s lived.
I’m so glad you’re here, and I warmly welcome you to a new season of reading and exploring. Where old books still speak, and quiet moments still matter.
Rebecca
Music by Epidemic Sound
”Forest Myths” by Deskant
https://www.epidemicsound.com/music/tracks/4923db4d-b268-369e-87f8-f60bce040a45/
