Lately, I’ve been letting myself have crushes again. Not necessarily on people. Although, apparently, Siri has other ideas. (Siri is hijacking my playlist as I write this. Flooding me with 70s to 90s love songs. 🙄) I mean the small kind of crushes. The ones that make you linger a little longer. Pick something up just to look at it. Think about it later for no particularly sensible reason. The kind that make an ordinary afternoon feel just a little more interesting. I have a crush on reading again. For a while, books had started to feel almost like another item on a list. Something I should make time for. Something good for me. Something productive. I was a voracious reader from childhood to my 20s. But life got in the way - Mommyhood, priorities change, careers, homeschool. And then somewhere along the way, I started wanting them again. Wanting to disappear into another world for a few chapters. Wanting to sit somewhere quiet with a book in my hand and nowhere ...
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