Even before I could read, I carried around books. There is something so esthetically pleasing about bound pages and they enchanted me.
When I spent five years traveling, living for months on the supplies that fit in a carry-on-sized backpack, I still bought and carried around book-books! It’s an endearing joke about which my loved one bristle me; wanting to have book-books is probably my most prima donna insistence.
The COVID lockdown just fueled my passion for reading. I have been reading two or three books a week–big, sexy, books! And since the first lockdowns, I’ve joined four, virtual book clubs that each meet once a month. When so much was taken from life, books and the conversations I’ve had surrounding books filled the void.