I love to read. It’s been one of my favourite things to do since I was…. Well, able to read.
Which apparently occurred when I was quite young.
I remember when I was little, my mother commenting on my ability to read novels from such a young age.
And I would spend all day reading if I could.
I often did.
I remember being in grade school, my father taking me to a classic book store ~ it was so inspirational to me, more amazing than a toy store or a carnival.
I miss that.
I remember sharing the love of Stephen King novels with my step-dad from the time I was 12 years old.
He’d read a novel and then hand it over to me. I’d read it, then we’d have our own little book club chat & debate.
I also miss that.
They say as a writer, if you are not inspired to write, then read.
I just finished a novel today & am browsing my book stack to decide which one is next.
I have my own little book stack of unread words, just sitting here waiting for my attention.
That’s my kinda Saturday night.
jj
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