I've always had this problem. I get myself so wrapped up in things, little things even, that take place in books. One of my favourite things to do is curl up with a good book. It sounds so cliche, but it is so comforting.
I love reading about Henry VIII and Katherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn. I love stories of deception and political disputes involving spies and such. I love the Bourne books, I love mysteries and murder mysteries. I love stories of love and happy endings. I love books that make me laugh, and books that make me cry. I especially love the books you wish you never read, solely for the reason that you get so attached to the characters and how loved they are. That fairytale ending we all look for.
I miss having enough time to read books. I used to go through a hundred or so a school year. Now I fit ten in if I'm lucky. Simple books, not literary masterpieces, the books that one can read with little difficulty and can really enjoy. My new goal is to change this. I'm going to get a couple of the books I've set aside to read and start on them. We'll see, maybe I get back to my one hundred a year average? I don't seem to have time, but I'll figure it out.
A good book leaves you lonely - missing the companionship of the characters. It lets you decide it's ending.
- xx, Kelly.
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