Good Books

There's just something magical about holding a good book in your hands. While I read on my Kindle every night, it doesn't evoke the same emotion as holding a book.

I remember winters when I was a young girl and storms would roll through. I would quickly throw blankets on a porch swing, get hot chocolate, a book, and at least one cat.

I would snuggle into my blankets with my cat and hot chocolate. The storm would blow around me, and I would read an R.L. Stine Fear Street book.

It was just the best combination. The books were paperback and bent from being held and dropped, and utterly love-rumpled.

Now, as I start to read a great paperback (Now I'm on a James McBride kick), I am taken back to those same sensations. The more rumpled my book becomes, the more magical it feels to me.