And then it hit me!
I haven't read in almost a full day. Commencing the shock and awe routine now people.
Yep, I realized that I had read my book into the early hours of the morning the day before and therefore was a bit behind in my sleep. But nothing could be more confusing to me than I had not sat down to really read in almost a full day.
I enjoy sitting down, cuddled under a blanket, reading a book and getting lost in that time and space for just a little bit. I mean totally immersing myself into the story and enjoying every moment of the storyline. Its ups and downs and twists and turns. I like finding myself wishing I really knew the heroine or hero of the story or being thankful I knew no one like the villian in the story. I love to "watch" the love story unfold in front of me and feel like I have a vested interest in it.
Don't get me wrong, reading while lounging at the lake is a great option but this time of year, I will happily take my blanket and pillows. And reading about somewhere warm and exotic is extra appealling right now. And in the sumer, I am crazy enough to enjoy books about winter. Go figure world - I am nuts!
So, excuse now while I try to go get my head screwed on straight and read for a while before the many activities my children have going gets in the way of me and my obsession.
And tell me, how long does it take you before you find yourself longing for that great book high? A day? A week? Before the current book even ends?