My reading slacked off a bit while I worked on an intense revision, but with that project done, I've been reading a lot lately. And I'm reminded how much I love it: the adventure of a new book, the chance to slip into another life for a while, the connection with another mind. I have a nice stack of books waiting next to me, and it's fun to shuffle through them and decide which one will be next. As usual, I'm not sticking to a single genre. My recent reads include We Killed (nonfiction, about women in comedy), The Amazing Mackerel Pudding Plan (humor), 17 & Gone (YA, suspense), Help Thanks Wow (devotional/inspirational), The Group (adult fiction), and Bound Feet and Western Dress (historical memoir).
Before I was a writer, I was a reader. And I'm thankful for that. It's as if I get to live several lives in one.