Reading.

Last year at this time I disconnected. 

I disconnected from everyone and everything possible. 

I took the plug out of the socket of my little shattered life and I read.  I read and I read and I read.  I never read so many books in such a short period of time.

I read books that became my favorites:  Jubilee Trail (and other fantastic books by Gwen Bristow), A Town Called Alice, The Winds of War, Crow Lake, and many, many more. 

Ideas come when I’m reading.  I should have been a blogger then.  Imagine the ideas that would have come.  They would have been very bitter, but very clever.  

I hurt so bad then.  Now as I read, I am usually very hopeful.  I am happy.  So, so happy.

I’ve read several books in the past few weeks that I’ve loved.  The History of Love, by Nicole Krauss.  The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield.  The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, by Mary Ann Shaffer (loved!).  I just finished Catching Fire, by Suzanne Collins a few days ago. 

I’m not sure what to read next.  Any ideas?  Please share!