Although I do watch some TV, especially during the cold months, I am a nonstop reader.
I am one of those people who will read anything that is placed in front of them. I love sitting in my chair with a good book, becoming so immersed that I have no idea what is going on around me.
Reading is usually the last thing I do before I fall asleep at night.
I can't tell you how many nights I fight sleep to try and get through one more chapter or even one more page.
Is reading a form of escape? Maybe. In some cases probably, but I can't think of any reason that it is a bad escape unless maybe it is keeping me from taking care of things in the real world. You know things like cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, paying bills.......OOPS!!!
How come none of the people in the books I read have to do all of those pesky things.
Is it possible they aren't real people?
Now back to what is important. Which page was I on?
P.S. You may have noticed that I was missing in action for a couple of days. No, I wasn't actually reading all of that time. I have been working on getting my booth started at the Peddlers Mall. Good news is even though it is not set up like I really want it yet, I have started to sell things already, so that is a good thing.