From Booking Through Thursday this week:
Do you carry books with you when you’re out and about in the world?
And, do you ever try to hide the covers?
Shh. It’s a secret.
The answer is yes. I almost always have a book (or two) with me whenever I go out. If I don’t, it’s an oversight. I simply forgot to take one with me when I left the house.
And seriously, this is the beauty of the Kindle. Not only can I carry multiple books with me, I can also read them on the sly. No more cover angst for me. That being said, I often have a paperback, hardcover, or library book I’m reading with me that might be seen as a little odd. No, no heaving bosoms or Fabio covers ala old school romance.
But.
I’ve been reading middle grade books.
I sometimes wonder what other people think when they see me tearing through the pages of The Mother-Daughter Book Club, or The Total Tragedy of a Girl Named Hamlet.
And speaking of mother/daughter and books. Last weekend, Kyra and I went on a driving adventure when Bob’s car broke down. She packed up a bag of at least seven books to take with her–just in case.
I’m pretty sure this is hereditary.
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