I used to sit and read all the time. It was my favorite thing to do. In recent years, I've not read as much as I would like. Perhaps I'm more busy, too picky with what I read (gone are the years of reading mindless romance novels), and just haven't had the motivation to read. I recently found myself on a train for 14 hours and remembered how much I enjoy reading a good novel...though I think my tastes are changing a bit. I find I have much less tolerance for mindless romance...though that could be the single person in me talking. I have a lot less tolerance for anything even romantically linked (valentine's day=eye rolling at the annoyingly cute couples out there).
Anyway, I was able on this trip to completely immerse myself in the story, and it was wonderful. It was a reminder that I need to make time for the things that I enjoy, and reading is still in my top 10.
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