It’s been 20 hours since I dragged my overstuffed carry-on suitcase through the doorway of my house. After three taxis, a three-hour train ride, countless hours at the airport, a six hour flight and one narrowly averted snow storm, I’m finally here, at my hotel in Spain. Exhausted and excited.
Books make me happy in a way that may confuse many people. It's a kind of obsessive, craving love that would be unhealthy if it were directed at a human.
Having a quiet, cozy place is essential for any reader. But sometimes in a hectic house it can be hard to find a hideaway where you can steal a few hours (or even minutes) of reading time. So unless you're capable of reading amidst chaos, perhaps you need some help in the cozy reading nook department.
What does it mean to be a reader? Is just loving books enough? Let's find out...
I've been wanting to read March: Book One for quite a while now. The concept intrigued me, a graphic novel series chronicling the life of John Lewis...
K.L. Kranes 