I love chocolate, and television, X but there is nothing in this world I love more than a great book (my honey excluded of course). My happiest memory is of my twelve year old self snuggled up on my grandmother’s couch all by myself reading Little Women. I can still feel myself getting lost in the story while it snowed furiously outside. There was no place else I had wanted to be nor anything else I had wanted to be doing. I’d just wanted to escape into the world of the March sisters and let everything else fall away.
To this day reading an amazing book is my favorite past-time, it is almost like falling in love. As I type this blog entry I’m wincing. I’m currently suffering from carpel tunnel syndrome in part due to reading my Kindle nonstop for the past week. Damn the older versions with buttons. Even though I’m in pain and even though I have to go back to work tomorrow, and be on my computer for hours, I haven’t been able to tear myself away from the book I’m reading. So I happily suffer just so that I can find out what happens next with my stammering MC club hero and cult escapee heroine. And it is so worth it.
Whenever I hear someone say that they don’t like to read or don’t like fiction, I feel so sorry for them. They’ve never experienced the wonders of becoming someone else or traveling through time or seeing the world from a whole new perspective. And that it is definitely a loss.
So instead of preparing for my 9-5 or even catching up with Orange is the New Black, once I’m done writing this post I’m going to pick my Kindle back up and fall in love all over again.