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.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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Just the thought of drinking milk makes me ill. I like milk with cereal, and I like cheese, yogurt, and ice cream. I just can't drink the stuff.
I am having the same thing happen to me. I am going through books like water. And I LOVE it!
Sigh....I wish I had more time to read...
nobody—That's a shame.
vp—Reading like mad and updating your Good Reads list. How do you find time?
mr. fab—You have to make time. How about you substitute one book for a sculpey session?
Heh. I was nine when I read Animal Farm and I wondered how the cows were getting milked too.
I can't drink milk either. I put the bare minimum in my cereal.
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