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My thoughts on reading

Yesterday I wrote a very brief and entirely rushed blog post on reading. It was brief and rushed because I wanted to get back to my book, but now I've finished I can actually articulate myself in a manner more appropriate for the blogging world.

I have always adored reading and words and books (that was syndetic listing for you there!) and I revel in spending every single penny I own on books (it did not help my bank account much when I worked in a bookshop). In fact, I had to stop myself from buying a book last night by turning my computer off - it's sort of like an addiction. It's not like I don't have a huge to-be-read-pile already, I just love buying books and my mood is constantly always forever changing.

I don't like to be interrupted whilst I read, I like to sit down in a comfy place and just read - I don't tend to listen to music or do anything else. Especially if the book is good.

I love reading for the sake of reading and I love reading analyse too - I love seeing the deeper meaning in words and would litter my walls, heart and brain (the latter two  being internal organs, the former being my bedroom walls) with quotes if I could.

I can bore people talking about books. I can bore people by dragging them to bookshops or libraries. I can annoy people by telling them I don't like "Twilight" and then why.

I can talk about books and the amazing people that write them for days and days on end. I am on goodreads and I tweet about books and I just think reading is the best. I always have a book with me in my bag and yeah. Squeeing over.

If you haven't read a book in while, read one. Go to your library - it's free. If you don't know what to read talk to me, or any of the other book obsessed people there is on the internet. Just... read!

Keep smiling (and reading), DFTBA <3


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