|A dear friend gave this to me and I loved it! |
It has a place of honor on my bookshelf. :)
So! As I spent the past week fighting my most recent bout with a cold, I (obviously) didn't feel up to doing much. I did go to work, but evenings are when I felt the worst, so I'd go home and, you guessed it!, spend the evening reading. Six books in three days! Yes, a few of them were novellas, but still. That's a lot of reading! Not that I'm wishing I were sick more often. Definitely NOT. But I do find it fascinating that that seems to be what it takes to get me to read more. Well. That and the weather.
Yes, the weather. Last winter, when we got a boatload and a half of snow (way too much in my humble opinion!), I read seven or eight books in one week. Now that may not be very many to those readers who read hundreds of books a year. But of my measly 77 books I read last year (still so weird to use that term for 2015), to say that almost 15-20 of them were read when A) it was snowing or B) I was sick is kind of noticeable. At least to me.
(It also means that I have loads of reviews I need to catch up on again. *sigh* Hopefully coming soon!)
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