Wednesday, 28 October 2009

Books are love.

Something I can do for hours at a time. I'm a complete bookworm.
At this very second I'm sitting in my room looking over at my bookcase thinking about what book I'm going to pick up and read for the hundredth time.
Shall I step back in time and fall head over heels for Mr Darcy (again), shall I feel the agony Clare goes through in The Time Traveler's Wife, OR shall I pick up the Twilight Saga and read them through for the millionth time?!
Choices, choices.
Each one allows my imagination to wander and create this little bubble in which i can immerse myself in, and allow the characters world unfold in front of me.
I suppose this is just a little post tonight just about another of my 'hidden pleasures'


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