This Woman with a Book
I was never much of a reader. I preferred picture books as a child, magazines as a teenager and coffee table and art books as an adult; bounded, glossy pages full of imagery that I could peruse through.
There was, however, a slight change in my reading habits that included actual words on a page while I was writing in my early 20's. The more I read, the more I was inspired to write. I spent long bus rides commuting to work with my nose in a book and when I arrived at my reception desk, words just spilled out of me. After a short year, 2 novels were complete and, so it seemed, were my days of reading... until now.
Entering an airplane as a singular person, privacy is hard to come by, but I have a trick. Open a book, or in my case, a simple Kindle placed between my hands, eye’s fixed. It’s the perfect procedure to fend off any unwanted questions like, “Are you from here?” or “Traveling for work?” or the invasive, “What are your plans when we land?”
Waiting at the airport, short flights on planes or 6-hour drives to Seattle, not to mention sleepless nights spent on the road, led me back, back to reading. And boy have I devoured books like never before. Here are just a few of my favorites from the past few months: