Late afternoon found dinner bubbling away on the stove, and me, leaning over the bench, book in my hands, simultaneously reading, and keeping an eye on my cooking.
I only had a chapter to left, and I was desperate to finish it.
Not only because of the story, but so that my life could continue where I left it, when I started the novel four days ago.
Bookworm to the core, once I start I find it difficult to have self-control.
I have been reading into the night until my eyes burn, and I panic at how little sleep I am about to have before morning.
I have been reading next to Amie as she watches her favourite afternoon episodes on ABC iView.
And today, reading as I cooked dinner.
It has always been this way.
To and from the library during every school holidays.
I snatched every chance I could to bury my nose in a book.
I forget how much I love being immersed in a story.
Once I start, I cannot stop. I become a slave to it.
I think, sleep and eat thinking about the characters, and the places, and their predicaments.
Reading is so good. If you need a reason to pick up a good book, especially in this gorgeous cooling, autumn weather. There are some here and here.
I have a pile, waiting, but I don't think I will start another for a while.
"She was too fond of books and it has addled her brain"*
I need an early bedtime!
*Louisa May Alcott