Two things I dearly love, books and reading. I enjoy simply looking at shelves filled with books. The colors of the covers and the smell of the books make me almost giddy. Bookstores are dangerous places for me as I love to own books. When I read a book and enjoy it the world within the pages becomes real to me and visiting it again is much like returning to a favorite vacation spot. It is a chance to spend time with characters that feel more like old friends.
Lately I've been on a classics kick. Started with Shakespeare and then I moved on to Austen. Now I'm starting a new book by Andra Di Robilant called Lucia. The author is the great-great-great-great-grandson of the subject, Lucia. He tells her story based from her letters starting at the time that Venice fell to Napoleon through her becoming a widow many years later. I'm very much hoping this book becomes a favorite.