Books!

Once upon a time, I was a reader.

As in, there wasn’t a free moment in a day when I wasn’t reading.

I remember my first “big” book I read was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and I’m pretty sure I read it in 3 days, at the age of 10.

Growing up I did a lot of the tween books.

Sweet Valley High

Babysitters Club.

But it really didn’t matter what it was, I loved disappearing into a book for hours and hours.

Maybe it has something to do with being an introvert?

Anywho, at some point I hit a time in my life where books just weren’t that important. Sure, I liked them. But just found better things to do with my time (ahem, TiVo)

But now I’m back in the game.

I recently visited my local library, and the minute I walked in I loved the smell.

I will never buy a kindle/kobo/e-reader

Nothing against people who do, it’s just not my style.

But back to the library.

I picked up my new card, and checked out books like I would never be back.

(even though I have been back, twice)

I have once again fallen in love with reading, and it feels so good.

I also belong to goodreads, and a fantastic book club run by Girl With A New Life

The Smart Chicks Book Club

If you are an obsessed bookie, I think you should come join!