Books, books, books.

BooksI love books. The real things, with the different smells of ink and paper and bindings, and the electronic ones as well. Reading is a pleasure that I must force myself time for. It is a rare, and wonderful, day when I can carve out 30 minutes for reading. I start a lot more books than I finish. Not finishing doesn’t mean the reading wasn’t valuable. There are books where one chapter was enough!

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