Today’s the day!
One of the first emails in my inbox is an announcement from Amazon indicating a book I’d pre-ordered had dropped into my Kindle account and is ready to be read.
Eeeeek. It's like Christmas morning!
Not a day goes by where I don’t read - seriously, nary a day.
For as long as I can remember, reading has been an integral part of my life. Books serve as entertainment and escapism, deliver knowledge (of course), and pleasure, and cultivate contrast and context.
Ask me what I was doing when and I won’t be able to remember. Ask me what I was reading when and that’s a whole different story (pun intended)!
My first books were the Dick and Jane series. Gosh, I felt so proud and mature reading those books while nestled in my childhood bed complete with Holly Hobbie bedspread.
Charlotte’s Web was the first book I cried (more like sobbed) while reading. What a powerful moment that was, savoring the last pages while leaning against the garage in the summer sun, realizing a book could evoke such palpable emotion.
The first epic saga I ever read was Gone With the Wind. I remember feeling deeply fascinated and connected to Scarlett and her life at Tara. GWTW also cemented my love for the South and may even be responsible for the deep kinship I feel with all things southern.
These days I read a variety of genres and often alternate fiction with non-fiction. Lately, I have been engrossed in psychological and espionage thrillers. They’re fast-paced and utterly transporting and so far removed from my daily reality.
One of the things I love most about reading is the quiet retreat in solitude. Too often, life is loud and noisy and reading affords me peace and quiet and alone time.
Shhhh, don’t tell. As soon as I’m done here, I’m diving back into my book.
Stacey (+ Sarah)
P.S. Looking for a summer read? A few suggestions...Maybe You Should Talk to Someone by Lori Gottlieb; The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides; All These Beautiful Strangers by Elizabeth Klehfoth.