Reading.

So, it's the craziest thing. I've been reading again. Like, books and stuff. More accurately, ebooks, but still. Right now I'm working on Wuthering Heights; it's kinda fantastic.

I'm somewhat baffled at how I could possibly have forgotten how much I love reading. I find myself getting sucked into a book and recall yestermoments of the same, and wonder how I've let so much time go by since I really let myself embrace a good book. It's a bit frustrating, I guess, but really, it's nice to be reading again.

This little reading renaissance started when I realized how easy it was to read books on my phone. Holy shit, Batman. Imagine that.

When the holidays hit, my reading somewhat tapered; but as they ebb into the past, I hope to spend more random moments reading again. Mostly it's been during random downtime--like busrides or waiting about for stuff. It works remarkably well.

Anyway, I figured I'd share that as my brain refused to come up with anything better to ramble about. Meanwhile, have you guys been reading at all? Even just the news, or blogs, or twitter updates. When was the last time you got sucked into reading? What were you reading?

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