I bought a book that caught my eye from a bookstore in Boston either as a high schooler or college student. As a busy, unmotivated ex-reader, I could barely get past the first 10 pages.
For at least four years but probably more, I’ve picked up and read the first few pages a few times. It’s come with me to every apartment and most vacations.
I read some books for pleasure last year, the first since middle school, and felt like a baddie. Then I started a meh book and fell off the reading train.
I brought this new book on a trip this weekend and started it over yesterday. It is so good. I just finished it. I knew it was worth taking everywhere. Am very proud of myself :,)
