Thick

I was sitting in the other room, happily visiting book blogs. I had a stack of my current reads sitting on the piano in the living room. "Look how thick that one is," I hear my aunt say. "Jeez," says my grandma. "I can barely get through the little thin ones."
"Look at that sucker," my aunt marveled.
I smile to myself. They are referring to my biography on Margot Fonteyn and yes, it is quite thick. 580 pages, an inch and a half.
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It's funny, lately I've been feeling so torn between reading books and book blogs. When I'm blog-hopping I want to be reading, and then when I'm reading I want to be blogging about it.
I love this new discovery of book blogs, I don't know why I never thought to look them up before. Reading is a huge part of my life. Sometimes I get busy and inadvertently "forget" to read for weeks on end. All of a sudden I'll think, "I haven't been reading at all," and I have this urge to find a book and start reading again. Once I start, I realize how imbalanced I've felt without reading. Reading, in a way, keeps me feeling "right". Does anyone else notice this? Anyway, it's nice to find other people who are so into reading. A lot even more than me, but still. With all these intriguing new blogs I'm exploring (oh the trails one can travel, going from link to link to link ... ) I've been using up most of my spare time. Hehee, hopefully I'll calm down pretty soon and things will go back to being more normal.