booked
Thursday, June 24, 2010I wrote a little while ago that I wasn’t really passionate about anything when I was a little tacker.
But I was.
I used to be crazy about reading. The librarian used to limit me to one Famous.Five a week. Only one delicious dose of Julian Dick and Anne George and Timmy the Dog. The other books had to be serious.
At some stage, though, I stopped reading properly. I think it was when I was studying. I always had a book on the go but it wasn’t the kind of inhale.it.can’t.stop.thinking.about.it.want.to.get.home.so.I.can.read.it reading.
I have recently rediscovered books. In that crazy think.about.the.characters.even.when.the.book’s.finished.almost.as.though.they’re.real.people kind of way.
There’s nothing like returning to something that makes you happy.