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This weekend I think I found my new bookstore. Sure, there are lots of bookstores around, but I'm looking for a regular stop. A home base of bookishness. It has the added bonus of being near the home base Best Buy. Neither one of them are home yet. I can't walk into them and just know where the sections are that I want to browse, but it's a start.
I came home with ten books, three fantasy novels and seven YA fantasy novels. To be honest, I could have picked up five or six more easily. I've read three of the YA novels already, and that was a very good thing for me.
It has been a long time since went bookshopping. At least a month with the move and all. I'm someone who's generally in a bookstore at least once a week.
However, if my bookshopping has been interrupted, I can't tell you how long it has been since I lost myself in a night of reading. I tend to acquire more books than I read, and it has been ages since I curled up on the sofa and just binged on story. I read two novels last night, back to back. This afternoon, I read another. I felt better than I have in a long time. More relaxed. More content. More excited about stories and about writing.
For so many weeks and months now, everything about my life has been draining my batteries. The impending move, the hunt for a place to live, the move itself, getting sick. This is the first time that I've felt that I'm doing something to recharge them. I wasn't consciously thinking of that when I started reading, but once I did, I couldn't stop. I literally couldn't keep from turning pages, and then I picked up the next book, and it was the same. Today, also the same.
What was also the same was how good I felt once I surfaced after reading them. I felt cleansed, renewed, refreshed.
I came home with ten books, three fantasy novels and seven YA fantasy novels. To be honest, I could have picked up five or six more easily. I've read three of the YA novels already, and that was a very good thing for me.
It has been a long time since went bookshopping. At least a month with the move and all. I'm someone who's generally in a bookstore at least once a week.
However, if my bookshopping has been interrupted, I can't tell you how long it has been since I lost myself in a night of reading. I tend to acquire more books than I read, and it has been ages since I curled up on the sofa and just binged on story. I read two novels last night, back to back. This afternoon, I read another. I felt better than I have in a long time. More relaxed. More content. More excited about stories and about writing.
For so many weeks and months now, everything about my life has been draining my batteries. The impending move, the hunt for a place to live, the move itself, getting sick. This is the first time that I've felt that I'm doing something to recharge them. I wasn't consciously thinking of that when I started reading, but once I did, I couldn't stop. I literally couldn't keep from turning pages, and then I picked up the next book, and it was the same. Today, also the same.
What was also the same was how good I felt once I surfaced after reading them. I felt cleansed, renewed, refreshed.