Why do I do this every time I read a good {great} book?
I devour it like it's the last book I'll ever read
I sneak in reading any chance I get.
So that I carry the book around in the car with me and read at stop lights.
I read while I'm getting dressed.
I read while the kids are playing for 3 minutes in the other room.
Not entirely an enjoyable type of reading, but I do it anyway.
Instead of just taking my time.
Reading slowly, thoughtfully, contently for an hour before bed.
I suck it all up until it's dry and then I'm done.
And I am sad that it's over.
I miss the characters already.
And I think, did I miss something during my hurricane of a reading process?
Always the same regret with each book.
Yet, I don't change my ways.
What would you call that?
Goodbye Skeeter, Minny and Abi
I can't wait.