When I went to uni to do my Arts Degree, I had to institute a ban on reading novels during semester. Once I start a novel, reading it is all I want to do until finished. To this day I am wary of starting of novel, for fear I will get swept up in its spell, unable to put it down. The last week, unable to do much else, I have enjoyed the luxury of unrestrained reading, and have read three books. I am reminded of what a wholesome, slow pleasure it is to read simply for the joy of reading.

three novels stacked on top of each other