I don't drink glasses of milk very often, but when I do I always think to myself, "Man, this is so good. I need to drink this more." That's the same feeling I've had these last few weeks with regards to reading. I can't get enough of it and I don't know why I haven't chosen to read more often this past year or so.
Over the past 14 days I read the last two books of the Harry Potter series. They were both re-reads for me but I couldn't put them down. They are just that good. Yesterday I started George Orwell's Animal Farm. It's a minuscule book in stature compared to 1,411 pages I just finished about the boy wizard. The tattered copy I picked up at the library has a mere 139 pages—and the story doesn't actually start until page 25. At the rate we've been devouring these books, I'll have to go back to the library on Thursday if I want something to read this weekend.