Books, reading, and the like

In the middle of my second cup of tea while watching my kitten jump over my keyboard for the umpteenth time, it hit me:

I haven't opened a book and read it in weeks.

I've opened my Bible, naturally, but I haven't sat down and opened a book and just read for fun in weeks. I've been too busy working, living, sleeping, eating, and living life that I haven't gotten the chance to experience books.

This makes me incredibly sad. My books are all packed away in boxes. There they will sit, unopened and loved from afar.

I need to read something. Even if it's Julia Child's cookbook, I need to read. I need to feel the paper and ink beneath my fingers as I become entranced by a story. I want to dive into some else's life for a day and see the world through their rose-colored glasses.

My new wish list will have several books at the top of it. Books like this:

Pioneer Girl: The Annotated Autobiography  (because my childhood was wrapped up in adoration of Laura Ingalls Wilder and I wish to revisit some of that magic)

My Paris Kitchen

For Whom the Bell Tolls (I've never read it!) 

A Wrinkle in Time (Because I listened to it over a year ago and the story drew me in. I was enraptured and enthralled.)

The History of Love 

And now, if you'll excuse me. I'm going to go re-read Pride and Prejudice for the billionth time.