I have always loved to read. Ever since I was little. Any reading material would do. When I ran out of books, my granny's People's Friend and Ireland's Owns provided me with words to fuel my desire to read.
My mum who isn't an avid reader, could never understand my love for the written word. I think it infuriated her that I constantly had my head in a book. But reading transported me to new and exciting places. Reading provided me with a great escape.
As life took over and time constraints infringed, I have not made time to read my beloved books. I still read lots of magazines, blogs, craft and cookery books, short bursts to satisfy my love of words. But not nearly enough books.
I love the experience of reading. The smell when you first open a new book. Turning the pages as you become engrossed in the story. Marking your place with a bookmark until the next opportunity to cosy up and enjoy another few chapters.
I have been perusing the lovely Persephone Catalogue over the weekend, deliberating over which book to choose. I will make my decision tonight and place an order. A little gift for me.
I have already started to read This Perfect World, a novel unread on my bookshelf. Number one of many more books, I hope.
Linking up with the lovely Laura for #theyearinbooks. If you love to read you too should visit Laura at the circle of pine trees. Her blog is beautiful.