The only thing that rivals my passion for food and cooking is reading books.

Holding books in my hand. Smelling them. Seeing them sitting on my shelf. Finding a book that I read years ago that is now tattered and torn.

There is nothing I love more than curling up with a book and getting lost in it. Over the years I have often found myself thinking about a book days after I’ve finished it, hesitating beginning a new one because I am still lost in the previous one. I am a huge dreamer and books take my fantasies to another level.

I don’t ever want to give up holding a book in my hands. I don’t need another screen to look at. Whether it was The Giver or the latest Sweet Valley High book when I was younger, I would spend hours reading, usually finishing an entire book in one sitting.

How I long to have that kind of time again…