I am a little late to the party this month, as I was on vacation for the first week of August. I had four books listed on my July reading list but I only made it through two of the four. As I read a fair amount I rarely buy books instead I rely on my local library which can be hit or miss. Sometimes I can get a book right away and other times I wait months to get my hands on a best seller. I picked up a third book not on my reading list based on a readers suggestion and I was not disappointed.
I always read more in the summer months, as the warm weather draws me outside to sit and soak up the sun. Reading is my perfect warm weather activity, where my mind is engaged and my body is relaxed. I am still taking one masters level course this summer so I am quite surprised that I still read three books in June. I am however shocked that June is over. Seems like the month sped by while I had my head buried in a book.
Today I was out and about with a book, which is not an uncommon occurrence. I read quite often in public, and even more frequently at home. Nothing makes my happier than having my face buried in a book, under a blanket with a glass of wine. Or outside in the sun depending on the season.
To clarify I mean a real book made of paper not an electronic device. I prefer books because they feel better, and I have a much easier time reading outside with a paper book, the glare on electronic devices is too much. The blanket is homemade and the wine is white, just so that you get the full picture. Continue reading