if you’re like me, you’ve been reading for a while. I can’t remember the first book I read on my own, or even when I started to read on my own…but I do know that I enjoy reading. I enjoy where I can escape to and the worlds I get to see and participate in that I wouldn’t have been able to otherwise. If the book is good, it can make you feel like part of the family, or a fly on the wall, or in the soup as it were, and you don’t want it to end. If the book is bad, you can’t wait to put it down and be done with it…but you keep reading, thinking it has to get better, it has to, and you don’t want to miss it then. I enjoy reading and do it almost every day…for pleasure. I enjoy the tactile feeling of having a book in my hands and turning the pages as I read. I’m not anti 21st Century though and have quite a number of books on my iPad…which is useful when I travel…but I digress. I’ve just finished two books in the span of a week…and need to go through all of the books in my stack of to be reads and figure out what’s going to be read next…sometimes I wonder what is harder to pick out…my underwear every morning or the book I want to read next…
here’s the purple 2xist Modal No Show’s I’ve had on all day…