I read on average one or two books a month.
Some I finish, most I don't. Even more I skim. 90% of the books on my shelf, I'm ashamed to say, were read on the toilet. 'Time.' Apparently the reason for this misgiving. No more. More recently, I’ve flipped this switch to carve out time in my day to just read. I’m not sure how, as an author, I’ve never appreciated or cherished this time. There’s nothing more magical than words strung together to make beautiful sentences, to then combine them into powerful messages that educate, inspire, and/or entertain. I can’t say I'll stop reading on the toilet. But I can say I’ve definitely made that time the minority! Comments are closed.
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