I was recently reading a review on a book that I have ♥ LOVED ♥ and I was actually envious of the reader. I wanted to be them, opening that treasured book, innocently going in to the pages having no idea….
you are about to change forever.
Do you remember your first time? What was “that book” for you? The one that gripped you and hung on tight, and kept you up at night, trying to sleep but not being able to because you couldn’t wait to have that book in your hands again… almost not wanting to share the characters with anyone as you become this jealous reader type version of who you used to be…
Ok… maybe it’s not that bad. 😉