Escapism 10
I used to love reading, before I had the boys and was in to all this blogging lark, my head could be found in a book pretty much every spare minute of the day. I devoured the words, I sunk in to the imaginary world around me and I read. I loved everything about books, from the anticipation of a new book from a specific author to the feel of the pages turning and the respite from everyday life they presented to me. Somewhere over the last 6 years I have got out of the habit of reading. I can not concentrate long enough to read a book, I keep reading more »