I go through spurts where I read read read which is nice. I forget how much I enjoy it when I get busy with other things. Its kind of like meeting up with an old friend. I think my favorite place to read has become the couch of doom in our living room with all three bow windows open. We get a nice breeze through them and the cats will often sit there. There is plenty of light. Last night they shared windows while they peered outside at a small possum that was on our front porch, and really interested in those fuzzy things in the windows. Its neat to see them band together like that and to grow closer after only being together for a few weeks.
Anyway, the book I'm getting through now is one I never would have noticed myself, but a co-worker loaned it to me. Its a very emotional, sentimental book and I'll probably buy one for myself, and my Mom, and my Sister. Its a very sweet story of a family going through some issues that I think most families have or will dealt with. Its made me tear up more than a few times that books don't often do for me. I've wanted to share parts of it here and there, but there is just so much to say that I feel like I can't really say anything at all - does that make any sense? I'll post a review when I'm finished in the next day or so.
Anyway, the book I'm getting through now is one I never would have noticed myself, but a co-worker loaned it to me. Its a very emotional, sentimental book and I'll probably buy one for myself, and my Mom, and my Sister. Its a very sweet story of a family going through some issues that I think most families have or will dealt with. Its made me tear up more than a few times that books don't often do for me. I've wanted to share parts of it here and there, but there is just so much to say that I feel like I can't really say anything at all - does that make any sense? I'll post a review when I'm finished in the next day or so.