Reading study books all the time makes me a bit cross-eyed. So I wanted to rediscover the enjoyment of reading. Of course, I should have opted for a nice, easy English book. But I like to make life hard, so instead I chose a nice, ‘easy’ Dutch book. My first ever, since Jip en Janneke doesn’t count. And sure, I translate Dutch all the time, but that’s work. I’ve never tried to simply enjoy reading Dutch. The book was Taal is zeg maar echt mijn ding, by Paulien Cornelisse. Not only did I read it, but I also understood, enjoyed it, and found it funny. I finished it en route to Amsterdam last week with a great sense of accomplishment. Finito! Only to discover in the airport bookshop the aptly titled sequel, En dan nog iets