I'm a lucky reader, mainly because I spent at least 45 minutes twice a day sitting on a bus during my work commute. It's the most amazing time to read. It's quiet. The bus rumble is quiet. We go up and down Lake Shore Drive and Lake Michigan is out my window. It's my time. My time to think. To pray. To decompress. To watch the sun rise over the water and set behind the skyline. And it's my time to read.
I could take the train to work and back. In fact, it might be even a little faster. But I wouldn't trade my bus time. Not for anything.
Which leads me back to my initial line. I love a good story. While I can't just read one book at a time, if I can find a book that draws me in, that makes me actually take a lunch break to keep reading, I feel like I've hit jackpot.
But it's hit or miss. It had been a few months since I'd found one of those books. Until last night.
I came home and was frustrated and cranky. I didn't feel like I'd done a particularly good job at work that day. I didn't really want to deal with the world. My life felt like it was in disarray. So I climbed in a steaming hot bath and opened a copy of "Blankets," by Craig Thompson, which an, ahem, boy let me borrow.
One day and 592 pages later, I feel like I'm just coming out of a good read fog. And it makes me so, so happy.
What have you been reading lately? What's your favorite book that just absorbs you? What should I read next?
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