The point I'm trying to get across is books. I have never been a reader. Somehow, in college, there was a rumor going around that I didn't go to libraries or that I didn't know how to read. Maybe it's that I'm allergic...I don't right know. I remember reading as a child. The public library had a summer reading program where you would get awards for all the reading you did. Actually, I do believe I was scarred. I can remember reading a series (I think it was the Narnia series) and found out the author had been dead awhile and that, yes, there would be no new books. *heartbroken*
I have read some books in the interim and come across some pretty decent books, but reading just doesn't really grab me like some others...
On the other hand, my wife can sit for hours reading the same book. WTF is up with that? How can something be so mesmerizing that someone can just sit for hours and ignore everything around you as you stare at some words on a page? And it's not even that book about grey stuff!!
...and here I am complaining about reading and yet I hope that you'll read my blog. I guess I'm a little one-sided.
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