I have to gush momentarily about how much I love summer reading. I mean I love classics and poetry and the others bobbles and bits I read in my History and English classes in the course of a year. But when I get home for summer and the books that take their time to form a new world, which at the time seems tailor made for me begin to hop off the shelf I’m in heaven. I just finished Sarah Addison Allen’sThe Sugar Queen. I feel almost like I’m still floating in this magical world. I use to worry as I grew older that I was losing that endless imagination I use to have as a kid, but every time I pick up one of my “summer fluff books” I realize that it won’t leave me. As cheesy as it sounds I believe that books are my friends and if I take care of them, they’ll take care of me. Books are wonderful wonderful things. :)

That’s all. Oh and never stop reading :)