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Book Lover

My love affair with books endures, or, if anything, is growing. My appreciation for a well-crafted sentence or a perfectly chosen word is only rising, and my fascination with narrative and characterization and revelation, especially in memoir, is akin to an obsession – Shauna Niequist

I love reading. In fact, books excite me as much as a beautiful and incredibly gorgeous man. (Yeah – it’s that serious.) My love affair with books began when I was a little girl. When my brother and I were kids my mom made trips to the library a recurring event. I looked forward to those trips, and little did I know that my love of reading would be the spark that ignited me to get into writing. It’s odd meeting people that aren’t into reading. Reading is such a beneficial thing to do because it can keep your mind sharp, relax you, and bring you into the world of all kinds of endless stories. 

I frequent the library and Barnes & Noble Bookstore, often. Even if it’s just for browsing purposes, I find these kinds of places heavenly. Locations with coffee and delicious pastries are a bonus. When the seasons shift and winter arrives, I can think of nothing more exciting than cozying up with a good book. I’ve already worked my way through a number of great books this year and I’m always excited to read more. My favorite book is F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. I’ve read it so many times I’ve actually lost count. I really believe it’s that good. (I even did my senior thesis on it in undergrad.) This is a great time of year to pick up a good book and read. So do it. Unless you have a better idea. 
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