Over the Summer, I was able to get through so many amazing novels; I had so much time and free mind-space! I attacked 'The Life of Pi', 'Prodigal Summer' & 'A Thousand Splendid Suns'. I read and re-read. I frolicked through bound oceans of the written word.
And now I'm back at school for my final semester. My reading pile currently consists of volumes on evangelism, death rituals and gerontology [Those last two aren't actually related, by the way. Bible college isn't overly morbid!]. As much as I absolutely love to learn...I miss fiction. I long to take hold of 'Gullivers Travels' and anything by St Theresa, Kazuo Ishiguro or Beryl Bainbridge.
Hold on, beloved bookshelf. Just a few more months and I will return to you.
