I love to read. Love. Love. Love. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have a pile of books scattered throughout my bedroom. I read. And reread. And read again. Some books are just so darn readable. In absolute fairness, some are not!
The other day I came to the sad conclusion that I didn’t have enough space for all my beloved books. I can stop buying new books, but that’s as likely to happen as me growing five inches. Overnight.