I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
–Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
I may not have traveled much physically, but through my beloved books, I have reached across the world and beyond into space. The quote could not be any more apt for me, being an unabashed bookworm since forever–complete with the myopic vision and mile-thick glasses to show for it.
So it’s probably no surprise (to anyone who knows me) that I have so far been exceeding my target number of books by ten (10) at the moment. Yey for overachieving at something in my life! I intentionally set a lower target of thirty-six (36) this year from last year’s sixty (60) as I anticipated less reading time due to my work load. But it seems I underestimated my own addiction to reading.
But then again, it’s so easy to sneak in a chapter or two (or a dozen) when I have my beloved Kindle Paperwhite always at hand. It’s both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, my impatient nature that hates queues and waiting is appeased by turning waiting time into reading time. On the other, I’ve lost more than my fair share of sleep when I get too engrossed in what I’m reading. And speaking of which, what I’m currently reading is looking to deprive me of even more much-needed sleep:
Anyone else a fan of the Fever Series by Karen Marie Moning? Good luck to me and my eye
bags luggage. It’s gonna be a loooong night with a feisty redheaded heroine, a sexy man-beast, a lot of Fae and other supernatural characters. See you on the other side.