Biblioholics must read wherever and whenever possible, and even when it doesn't seem possible. Why else do we drag a book along us wherever we go? [*raises hand* "Guilty."] There is absolutely no time or place unsuitable for cracking a volume and indulging our passion. In trains, planes, buses, cars, and all other transport; at meals, in bed, on the john, at work, in dentists' offices, in supermarket checkout lines--wherever--we hold true to our biblioholic alling: we read. If our car breaks down on the freeway, we merely reach across the seat and pull out a volume. When our barber finally tires of occupational small talk, we flip open the magazine on our laps. After we get comfy on the chair lift, we reach into our parka and pull out a book.
I started the book quite a while ago, but I keep forgetting about it. 'Tis sad, but also fun as I have come back to it several times with great enjoyment. If you are a reader then you truly owe it to yourself to find this book! It was a gift, but if I'd known what it was I should have bought it for myself years ago.
~Matt
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