I have a giant Barnes and Noble bag, books piled higher than the brim of it, sitting in front of my full bookshelf. The majority of books are unread.
Yesterday late afternoon, when it wasn’t as hot, I decided that I needed a break from electronic screens between writing and, I’ll admit, playing video games. So I figured I would take a break and read for a couple of hours outside on the deck.
So I have all these pretty, unread books, filled with new adventures and authors sharing their visions with me…
Logically, I chose to read Harry Potter. Again. Makes sense, right?