I'm starting this blog because I love to read, and I want to share that marvelous satisfaction with you---maybe you'll share some of your great reads with me.
It gives me joy and pleasure to read a good book, so much so that I usually have a minimum of 2 - 4 books going at any one time. I keep a book upstairs, downstairs, in my pocketbook and in my lunch bag. Usually I read these titles in their logical places according to where they're located: in bed before going to sleep, downstairs after school along with a cup of coffee and my daughter's company, also in the kitchen while cooking...yes, that's why the pasta is a little soft tonight..., out and about while in some sort of a waiting-mode (doctor's office or what-have-you), even on occasion at school when I take a rare solo lunch in my classroom. Usually I keep the books well separated, sort of categorized according to my probable alertness. Presently, however, my upstairs-read has spilled over into just about any place I can reasonably read, it's that good: Stieg Larsson's The Girl Who Played With Fire, the second in a three-part series. To sum up all the critics' blurbs, it is compulsively readable! The characters are all so refreshingly off that I love them all, even the heinous bad guys (and they're pretty bad). The plot is tight, and the action intense. Good thing I'm on vacation this week...
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