Literate...Maybe

I am a collector of books that I never have time to read. I probably have thirty to forty hard bound books stacked through out the house, ready for that self-indulgent spare couple of hours to read. I voraciously snatch up books at library book sales, knowing their $2 a hardback is more frugal than the late fines for books I could borrow which I never read. So, the books stack up. Yes, I've been kidding myself.

So, with all the craziness of my life for the past few weeks, I find myself triumphant. I found the time to read a WHOLE book. Truly, it wasn't heavy reading. Just a piece of fluff that actually resonated with my college-educated, stay-at-home pity party. It was Danielle Crittenden's amanda bright@ home. And, yet, I find my chest puffed up with pride that I made the time, at red lights and while waiting patiently in the pre-school pick up queue, to actually read words written on actual paper.

The last real book I read I am ashamed to say was 84 Charing Cross Road by Helen Hanff. That book was read LAST August and only because a good friend gave it to me as a birthday gift. It didn't hurt it was only 112 pages and perfect to read during a summer swimming practice.

How I expect to go back to 1200 pages a week reading loads when I go to law school is beyond me...

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 11:57 AM