It’s been so long since I’ve read a book. As an English teacher, stereotypes seem to dispense the idea that I read for pleasure on a regular basis. I wish this rumor were true.
Over Winter Break, a miracle happened. I had the time to read a book.
Then, we went back to school. For a day. There was a big snowstorm, and we had today off. I read the second Hunger Games book, and then my appetite couldn’t be satiated. So I read the final book of the trilogy.
I’m still crying as I write this, a combination of happiness and pain, a battle between satisfaction and anguish and despair.
Like the character Katniss Everdeen, I find myself wanting to sacrifice for those I love…. only my love in this case is that of reading.
Simply put, I really need to make more time for myself to read.