Reading at Last

Well, it's time to read again. I haven't read a book since before Rick died... so that's nearly 6 months. For me, that's a long time to go without reading.

Last week I purchased some books and yesterday they arrived. Now they're on the bookshelf that's replaced Rick's desk, waiting for me to open them and dive in.

I decided to buy a variety and these are just 3 of the books I purchased. The others are on their way. It's a mix of widow guidance and fiction that won't make me upset. At least that's the hope. I've been meaning to read Eat, Pray, Love for years. According to a select few, now is the opportune time.

For me, reading has always been an escape. It calms me when I need calming, comforts me when I need comforting, and appeals to my sense of adventure.

I remember countless times when I sat next to Rick in the living room, he watching sports and me reading. He would shout at the TV for hours and I would remain with my nose in a book unfazed.

There was a time we ran out of shelf space for my books. Now, I have more space for shelves...more space for books. I guess it's time to read.