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By the time I was in 5th grade, my class aide was bringing in books her 15-year-old daughter had finished with so I could read them, too. I'm sure my mother dreaded the days I came home from school with the book catalogue distributed to the classes because every other item was circled, and there's no way we could possibly buy them all. I read in the car, at dinner, at family parties... essentially I preferred to live in my literary fantasy world than the real one.
Once I hit high school, however, part-time jobs, friends, boyfriends, etc. all took up my extra time and reading fell by the wayside. Finding the time, even for really good books, was too difficult. I didn't really start reading for pleasure again until a few months ago.
I still don't have the time to be as much of a bookworm as I'd like, but I'm burning through a book every 2-4 weeks. I'm in two book clubs, and with a library less than a block from my apartment, I have a huge stack of books to get through soon. There are no fewer than seven books sitting in my apartment all from the library.
Sunday mornings have become reading time, complete with a comfy blanket and chair, tea, and pajamas. There's nothing better than curling up with a book and a warm drink and falling into a completely different world. I really can't express how much I'm enjoying reconnecting with my childhood and literary life.
None of this has anything to do with outer beauty, of course; but I sincerely believe that reading and education are important to become a well-rounded person. If you'd like me to do reviews on the books I read in the future, please let me know. I'd be happy to share my thoughts!