reading and other such wonderfulness.

I was the girl who could finish two Nancy Drew's in a day and read through four biographies in a weekend. I literally ate books. Every night, my parents encouraged me to read for a while before falling asleep. Over the last year or so, I slowed down in this habit (not sure why) but because I have been sick lately, I picked it up again with a book called Christy, by Catherine Marshall. NEWS FLASH: why did I stop reading so much? 



My mom loves reading. I love reading. It's a rich heritage that has been passed down. I love books, especially picking up a new one, opening it up to the first page and smelling that fresh smell of ink and paper. It's a treasure. 

Ever since I can remember my wonderful aunt (who happens to love reading as well) has given my siblings and myself a new book every year for Christmas. She writes little notes in front, we have come to call the books she gives us "Aunt Emily books." She has introduced me to books like The Phantom Tollbooth, The Yearling, and To Kill A Mockingbird, which now happily reside on my favorite book list. Last year she got me a book about a photojournalist during the Depression. The photographs are rich with history and are beautifully captured. When pictures and words come together to build something so inspiring it's wonderful. 

The next book on my list is The Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien. I have read the first two in the trilogy and I've heard that the author saved the best for last. :) What is on your reading list these days? Any good book suggestions or titles you've enjoyed?