Dear reader,
I refer to the previous entry in this on-line journal. if it had not been made sufficiently clear in the near ten year existence of this blog : I love books.
Not 'like', not my hobby is 'reading', no 'I wish I had more time to read'. NO.
I love books. I devour them. And of all the challenges and limitations I've set myself for 2015*, accepting the challenge of not reading 100 books a year, this year was perhaps the one challenge I should have thought over. I cringed and gasped for air at the mere sugestion. Of course. But nonetheless I accepted.
Mr. T is hopefully near because I am indeed a fool and need to be pitied.
*more on challenges and limitations in future blogs
I refer to the previous entry in this on-line journal. if it had not been made sufficiently clear in the near ten year existence of this blog : I love books.
Not 'like', not my hobby is 'reading', no 'I wish I had more time to read'. NO.
I love books. I devour them. And of all the challenges and limitations I've set myself for 2015*, accepting the challenge of not reading 100 books a year, this year was perhaps the one challenge I should have thought over. I cringed and gasped for air at the mere sugestion. Of course. But nonetheless I accepted.
Mr. T is hopefully near because I am indeed a fool and need to be pitied.
*more on challenges and limitations in future blogs
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