I love to read. Anyone that knows me knows that. I’ve been reading since I was 2 – not just Dr Seuss books, but newspapers before I was 3. I was always accelerated through school and reading books that no one my age should have been reading. If I need to comfort myself, get time for myself, whatever – I turn to books. I can go into a fantasy land and never leave my precise spot here on the universe.
I’ll go into a few of my favorite authors by the end of this month, but suffice it to say I LOVE reading. I love books. I recently got a Kindle for my birthday, and I’m loading it up with free classics. I keep reaching up to the corner to turn a page, hilariously.
I LOVE books. I love the feel of them, I love the way they smell (except if they’re old and musty in a dirty not just musty way).
They make me happy. And that’s why I’m a fan.