Reading for Pleasure

I’ve been doing much more reading than writing lately. I just finished Linda Olsson’s Sonata for Miriam. It was such a pleasure to read. I held it for a while when I was done, not wanting to let go. Rather than craving more words, more story, I wanted the feeling to continue. The characters were so raw and their flaws so unique. I was transported into a world that was both disturbing and comforting. I felt as if I belonged. I have a stack of books and a strong desire to just keep reading, even though my mind is full of stories.