Confession...

I love to read! No really, LOVE to read. I used to be grounded from books when I was little, and my parents used to hide them from me! In real life (when I'm not enjoying grown-up summertime!), I'm working my way through 4 or 5 different books.

Here's a quick little story*:

On my trip to Peru, I brought 4 books (not including my Spanish Book of Mormon) and once magazine. I left the magazine on my last flight to Peru (sad day! but it was a Church magazine, so hopefully someone else needed it more than I did...), so I had 4 books to savor. One was in Spanish (Harry Potter 1!), which means it took longer to read. However, during my 3 weeks in Trujillo, before galivanting around Peru with Savannah, I finished all my books! Then I settled for journal writing to pass the extra lesure time I had during flights and train rides at the end of my trip.

Now I am in Vegas with the family, and I had no book to read. I. Had. No. Book. To. Read. My parents are moving to Phoenix (a process that has been going on for about a year now...long story...), so a lot of their stuff is packed and in Phoenix. And apparently they packed their books! It had been about a week before the withdrawl symptoms started...

So yesterday, I took a little trip to Borders. I was so good and only bought one book (that's #2 in a trilogy, and I LOVED the first- thank you Josh and April for the Christmas gift!)... I did end up hanging out at borders for another 1.5 hours reading a totally different book that I just wasn't willing to pay full price on (when you have a Half Price Books just waiting for you in Austin, you feel no shame in reading part of the book at a fancy store just to buy the book for lots cheaper later...)

And that is my story of my love of reading. And books!

*apparently that means 3-4 paragraphs...