By the end of the holiday season I have a stack of books to take me into January. The other night I chose a book from the stack, ran a bath, settled into the bubbles and cracked the spine of a new novel. Bliss!
Each time I begin a book, I wonder what world I will fall into and who I will meet on this journey of a few hundred pages. I adore meeting new characters and look forward to returning to them each evening. I love escaping reality and getting lost in the pages.
Perhaps Stephen King says it best: “Books are uniquely portable magic.”