I don’t know if its something to do with the new house, but I’ve been devouring books lately.
Its actually a nice distraction from the devouring calories that I normally do.
It feels as though dedicating a corner to reading has inspired me to read again, even though I have never sat there (the sofa is too comfy to sit anywhere else).
I’m just getting into “The Fault in our Stars” by John Greene after having it recommended when I discovered I liked “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky.
I hadn’t even realised it was becoming a bookish sensation, but I can totally understand why.
Although it’s not my usual type of book, this morning I found myself naturally waking up early wondering what would happen next.
In fact the only downside of it (so far, anyway) is that I will probably finish it before I go away on Friday.
Not a huge worry, as I’ve got “Roll me Up & Smoke Me When I Die” by Willie Nelson up next.
I love Willie Nelson.
I’m fast running out of books to read, though.