someone sent me this flair on Facebook and i knew i'd found a kindred soul/reader friend.
not knowing what to write next in my sequel, i decided to read. i think it's the way my brain recharges for writing or just life. not meaning to, i read through seven books in less than seven days. granted, they were easy reads (insert Regency Romances here), but i'm still surprised that i went through that many books in so few days.
sometimes i think the way i consume books really is a curse. why can't i just slowly savor them?