This is what I have thought about...
I could sit on the deck and not read.
I could watch tv without a book in my hands.
I could get on a plane and just chat with Den.
I could go right to sleep without my iPad fading into black because I fell asleep while I was reading.
I could actually listen to Den when he calls from airports.
I could wake up and savor the moment instead of grasping for my book.
I could stop reading right now and not even feel a teensy bit guilty.
But...here's the thing...I just can't.
Ever since my mom put that first pop up CandyLand book in my hand I have been addicted. And another book about kittens...in the story the kittens wore mittens that turned into candy when the kittens wore them and they would nibble on them and get into trouble ...hmmm...cats, books, does this stuff imprint on us when we are that little?
I am incapable of stopping and now that I have time to read...I really really read!
I think that I read a lot because I can read while other things are going on...I can tune things out...but is that good or bad?
Ok...totally done with over analyzing my reading personality...but...100 books seemed like a celebratory number...somewhat like celebrating 100 days of school...or comparing it to someone I love and live with...not Lucy...who is starting book # 2...sorry, Den...
Any way...off to buy the stuff to make carnitas for a proper homecoming for a boy starting book # 2!!!
What you don't see in this photo is...I am reading while she is trying to engage me!!!