The joys of reading

Last night I actually went to bed and read for about 40 minutes before going to sleep. I haven’t done that in ages. I’ve been reading The Devil Wears Prada since July and my goal is to finish it before Christmas. I have a ton of new books to read, recent purchases from the last two Friends of the Library book sales.

I always swear I won’t buy any more new (or used) books until I read all the books I have.

But when it comes to books, I have zero self control. I’ve always been this way. Ask my mom, who read me storybook after storybook after storybook until she (and I) knew Richard Scary’s Great Steamboat Mystery by heart.

I just love the feel and the smell of books. I love the sound of a new book spine as it cracks up to reveal a host of imaginative treasures. I love escaping into the story, of living someone else’s life if just for a few brief moments.

In fact, I think I might go to bed early tonight and curl up with a good book.