I love reading. Love it. For as long as I can remember, I have devoured books. A good book becomes real for me because of my (over)active imagination. I laugh out loud, cry, fall in love, hate, worry, and smile while reading. I’ve been known to ignore everything and everyone for a good story.
These books aren’t favorites, or representative of my favorite genre. In fact, they’re my latest “to read” pile, which continues to grow faster than I can put a dent in it.
And that, of course, is as me as it gets.