There are few things in the world I like more than reading. I started reading in grade school and I’ve never stopped. I used to get all my books from the library, but I never read them within the alloted time and it became cheaper to just buy the books than pay all the late fees. Now I have my own little library collection. And by little, I mean I have, at last count, over 1,500 books. I obsess over books, over authors, over characters that I can’t wait to read about again. I have no problem at all spending an entire day reading. It’s not unusual for me to stay up until 3am because I need to finish my book. Sometimes I read books that make me think and feel and cry, and someties I read books that are light and fluffy and I know will end happily. I reread most of my books, which is another reason why it’s handy to own all my stories. I like thinking that other people have read the same books I’ve read, they’ve cried over the same characters, waited (im)patiently for the next book in the series to be released. I own an e-reader, and while it is handy for travelling and books are usually cheaper that way, I love holding a novel in my hands. There is no other feeling like it.
reading recommendation: the fault in our stars – john green