Wednesday, February 27, 2013
For the love of reading
As I write this, fat fluffy snowflakes fall from the sky and blanket the ground. They're predicting three to six inches by morning. All of this makes me long for a day off of work, a fire in the fire place, a good book and a fabulous cup of coffee.
That's my ideal for reading. However, the truth is that I read in bed, on the couch, at the dining room table, in the car, in the break room at work, in the waiting room, during commercials or while my family watches a show that I'm not into. And it doesn't even have to be a good book. It can be an okay book. Or the back of a box of cereal. All I really need is time.
Ever since I learned to read, it has been my pleasure. My escape. And my education. It has taken me to places I'll never see. Times in history I'll never live. It has opened worlds to me. Opening a book is like having a passport and a time machine. In books, we can fall in love. Avenge our family. Right the injustices of the world. We can be a southern heroine trying to survive the Civil War. A PI tracking down a cheating wife. A queen trying to avoid the guillotine.
As a writer, I hope to do this for my readers.
I love books. I love bookstores and libraries. I love e-readers. My name is Syndi and I'm a bookworm.