This is a tough year and I am not coping as well as I wish I was. Oh well, it has to get better.
There have been a few things that I have been meaning to write about. I am a reader. I love books. I love working in a book store, being surrounded by books, recommending books, hearing about my co-workers favorite books. Reading, for me is a pleasure, an education, a mind expanding experience.
Since I love reading so much it has always saddened me that neither of my boys has been a reader. In yet another attempt to interest them in reading I told them they had to read at least 3 books this summer and to show how important it was to me, I would pay them for each book they read. It's working, kind of. Ben is reading (Harry Potter) slowly. Albert is going to town on that series. He is on the last book and is planing to read Angles and Demons next. While I would love to take credit for the reading binge, the credit belongs partly to his girl friend for telling him to read but even more to his own good sense. He finally is realizing that reading can be fun.
