I don’t have much to say today because I’m in the midst of reading a book–an actual, physical novel with characters and settings and a plot. I absolutely love reading books, but I’m surprised at how much effort it takes for me to read one. This is partly because I have visitors right now. My second brother and his wife are here, and I like to cook for family when they are around. Plus, I have moved laundry to Friday during the summer.
I’m not going to talk about the particular book here, but I will talk a little about the reading experience before I get back to it. I’ll save my review of the book for when I have it finished (hopefully sometime tomorrow).
Reading a book, a novel especially, has a secret world quality to it. I open the pages, and suddenly I’m in another place with other…
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