When I was growing up, my favourite Author was Stephen King.
It took me 6 months to read the first novel – IT. I remember kicking it under my bed at night because the clown face on the front would creep me out, and each time I pulled the paperback out from under there in the following days (I guess I’ve always been a Pickle that is easy to scare) it’d be more crumpled and worn looking than the last.
I will never understand using an Ipad, or a phone to read a book from. There’s no way I wouldn’t miss the feel of the pages under my fingertips, or the smell of an old favourite as you crack open the spine and breathe life into it again simply by reading those inky pages.
I’ve started to read a little more lately. Not much, but enough to realize how much I missed it.
Make it a beautiful day, Spoonies. You’re worth it. xoxo.