Erin I love reading. I love losing myself in a story or exploring new facts. I read everything from fiction to finance. I love history, knowledge, daily focus, biographies, and religion. I do not like reading just anything though. I have never been a fan of digital books. I think they are called E-books. I love physical books. The smell of the paper, the touch of turning pages and hearing them crinkle as I uncover the goodness awaiting me on the next page. I love the weight of it as it rests in my hands. I love carrying it to a quiet- ish place. Books are a symbol of “me time” and it alerts my family that mommy wants to be alone.
My most exciting Amazon packages are when I have ordered a new book. I know it is coming, and even before it arrives, I plan out a time and place to enjoy it. My solace will begin during the tea part of my day. Quiet afternoons, hot tea, and crinkly pages allow me to escape my reality, and center myself on my imagination. Then once dinner and homework is done, it is chilled wine and and another chapter. I do have one problem though. Every time I get a new book, it only takes a couple of days to reach the end.
Now, I do not know about you reader, but my family is very accustomed to constantly having me at their disposal. Mommy has always been available for refills, snacks, boo boos, reading time, or cartoon snuggling. Until I created this blog, my family assumed I was a robot who lived in the kitchen waiting for my next command. My family is slowly adjusting to the fact that Mommy is a person and enjoys doing other things beside bending to their will. Even though I successfully complete some writing, there is not passtime that they really cannot stand.
When I am reading, I am gone. I am not home.I am on the couch or on my bed completely lost in another world. I can tune out every noise or interruption around me. My father thinks it is a product of my anxiety that the whole house can be burning around me, yet I continue on to the next page. Now, do not get me wrong, if one of my children give a blood curdling scream, I may look up, but if everyone is breathing, I return to my page. I love my family more than words can express, but reading time is my time, and my family knows that if it can wait…….. it better ha ha.
Seriously though, what do you enjoy reading? What is your escape from reality? How do you or would you like to completely escape your own reality and trade it in for a mysterious murder or a faraway land? Would you rather have more books or more kids ha ha!
