Reading is not laziness

Winter is on it's way.

Even if the calendar didn't say it, 

my body would announce the news.

I thank myself so much for the love of reading.

I began reading at a very early age,

self taught by the many days and weeks I stayed in 

the hospital. Without the gift of reading I am not sure 

how I would ever have gotten past all those

days holed up in hospitals away from my siblings 

and peers. HOBL, he is not a reader so he does

not understand how I cans stay in a bed or on a sofa,

how I can lay on my Pappasan for hours with my nose in 

a book or my IPAD.

I can read, nonstop for hours without a break if the

book is a good one.

I also am kind of OCD when it comes to starting a book,

I have to finish it no matter how terrible it is.

Sometimes I feel guilty because HOBL is moving all around

me cleaning or doing some little project and I am

there laying and reading.

HE will ask,

"You don't get tired of laying there reading all the time?"

Answer, Nope.

Not ever, not even a little bit.

I feel for those people in the world who either can't read

or do not enjoy reading. I don't know what I would do without

this hobby, I can go anywhere, be anything when reading a book.

I can get away from the realities of life.

People ask me what I like to read and my answer is now,

anything. When I was younger I only would read what

I liked like love stories, horror.

Now I see myself wanting to learn more about the world around me.

I want to become knowledgeable about history

and geography, the possibilities are endless.

I love a good book......

shoot, I love any book.