I just finished a great read.
I consumed this book greedily.
After I gobbled up the final page, I closed the book, let out a sigh and stretched.
This is why I am a reader. It's such a fun feeling, having shared in someone else's world and breathed in their story.
How lucky am I to have been here before!
As a girl, well past my bedtime, I read under my covers.
As a teenager, I spent entire weekends lying on the old tan couch by my bed, oblivious to my sibling's coming-and-goings.
And on the rare occasion when I finished a book that *spoke* to me I relished the feeling.
As I do now:)
