It’s funny. As I read over my many blog posts in the past (almost) 2 years, I rarely talk about reading. This is most peculiar to me, as I am an avid reader. It’s a huge part of my life, perhaps even bigger than crafting or collecting vintage. I have loved reading ever since I picked up James and the Giant Peach and The Boxcar Children. I read anything and everything. I have learned more from books than I can explain. Books are powerful. Stories are amazing. Imagination runs wild and I fly away to other places when I escape in a book. I feel awfully bad I haven’t shared my love of literature. I’m getting sad thinking about it. I will get Sean to take pictures of me reading. Check.
We are going away next week. Gladly going on a small vacation/retreat with my parents to the mountains.
And I want to read. Devour a book.
Give me suggestions.
What is the book that has made you stay up until 3am, on the couch, tearing through pages? What took your breath away and made you swear that you have “never read a better book before in your life”? What is your favorite book of all time? Give me something life changing/riviting/earth shattering.
I’m going to buy it on Tuesday.