Just a quick side note but typing up a blog is quite hard work. So I am going to apologize now if the next couple of entries are centered around myself.
I love books. I love them so much that I don't think I could ever get a Kindle or its alternatives. Although at this point it probably wouldn't be a bad thing as I am running out of space to place my books...and doesn't help that I just bought some more. But there is something about cracking up a books pages and taking in that new smell. Or the fact that I feel having a paper bound book is a strange and intimate connection. Not like I want to take the writer(s) out to paint the town ride and end it with a kiss under a tree. No, I just feel that this story is a lot more personal, that it's a literal page turner.
I actually envy anyone who is a writer and able to put their thoughts and stories in book form.
Ya, this is going to be a short entry as I am pretty damn tired and my brain isn't running at full speed. Anyway, I hope whomever is reading this or my past blog will forgive me. Look forward to better post in the future,peeps.