OK, I’ve recovered enough from my little pity party (see previous post) to tell a story about me and Sonia that I love to relay to John.  John doesn’t read books.  I think he has finished one book during the entirety of our relationship.  Sonia and I, on the other hand, love to read.  We devoured them as children.

So much so, that sometimes we would ring each other and, unlike normal kids who ask each other to come out and play, we would ask each other to come over and read.  Yup, we would sit on the bed together and read our books.  

I think I read every book ever written by Enid Blyton.  My first ‘big girl’ book was The Faraway Tree.  I read all the Babysitter’s Club books and all the Saddle Club books.  I am grateful to be a reader.  It means I can never be bored.  If I find myself with nothing to do (this rarely happens - thank you internet) I just pick up a book.