When I was a little girl, I looked forward to trips to the library. I would spend hours at our small local one, wandering among the stacks of books. Sometimes mom would set a time limit and I would have to dash around, grabbing as many books as I could before we had to go. My brothers would have one book each while I would show up at the counter looking much like the little girl above. Oh, how I loved to read. I still do.
I have a stack of books next on my bedside table just waiting to be devoured. I have two on writing: On Writing by Stephen King and Hooked by Les Edgerton.
I am currently devouring The Necromancer by Michael Scott. Still on the pile waiting to be read:
City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Magyk by Angie Sage
The Sky Always Hears Me: And the Hills Don't Mind by Kristin Cronn-Mills
I can hear them whispering to me. Each one wants to be next! But...but...but...
I think this one jumps to the TOP of the pile!
I am loaded up with books and happy as that little ten year old was running through my small town library! I do have a writing goal for the week, though. I can't allow all this delicious reading to get in the way of that. What's a girl to do? I'm using reading as a REWARD! Get that rewriting done and you get to spend your time READING!
What is on your nightstand waiting to be read?
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