A Favorite Book
I've been slacking for a couple days. I was busy at work and tired at night, so I missed a couple days. I'm sure you're over it.
I don't know if I actually have a favorite book. There've been a lot of books that I've read that I liked. A lot. But I can't say there's one particular book that I would call my favorite. If you sit me in a quiet room with a Nicholas Sparks book, I'll have it finished before you know it. But none of them have been like ohmygod, I could read this book a bazillion times and never get bored with it.
For a long time, when asked my favorite book, I would respond with 'Summer Sisters' by Judy Blume. But to be perfectly honest, I hardly even remember it anymore. Perhaps I should go back and re-read it and remind myself why I liked it so much.
I just recently pulled all of my books out of a box and put them on display. And there are SO many that I know I read, but can't remember most of the story. And then there are a bunch more that I don't know that I ever finished. And mixed in with all of those, there's a handful of books that I remember reading and I remember the whole thing. Maybe I should classify those as my favorites...
Wow. This was a much longer post than I thought it would be. Gotta love rambling. Hope you all have a fantastical weekend!
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