Starving Bookworm

Brayden recently finished reading a 1,000+ page novel that he got for Christmas. When he was finished with it, I finally had to undertake the daunting task of re-organizing our bookshelf.

Let me rephrase that : re-organizing ONE of our FOUR bookshelves! We are filled to bursting with books! Which is fabulous, believe me.

Except tonight, when it's not.  Because as I was shifting and sliding and trying to fit all of our glorious tomes of goodness into their places, I realized just how many of them I haven't read.  I used to read all the time.  As a kid, I got grounded from reading when I was being punished, because it was the thing I loved most, and who cared if I didn't watch TV? No big deal. But when I couldn't read...

Now, I'm always busy. I have homework and rehearsal and cleaning and cooking and laundry ... and by the time I go to bed every night, a place where I'd usually read for a little while before going to sleep, I'm too exhausted to get through even one page.

So my point?  I miss reading.  I am a starving bookworm, desperately and selfishly hoping for a summer vacation that DOESN'T include me working, so that I have the time to read.