When I was in school I used to inhale books. Fiction was my poison and I could devour one in a day or so.
Lately I find myself wanting to read more but making excuses about not having enough time, or there not being any good books for me to read.
Bullshit.
From now on I'm gonna spend every spare second with my nose in a book because the pages of fantasy novels, biographies and adventure tales have so much to offer me.
I've just started reading The Book Thief. I'm loving Death's perspective on the world he's describing and although I'm only about twenty pages in I feel good about reading again.
Have you read it?
What do you think?
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