Well, I've always been able to read!
No, that's a lie, I couldn't read till I was about 5 or whatever, but that's neither here nor there.
What I mean is, I'm finally able to read again. As my job takes up so much of my time and I have to perform all day long to a class of thirty 7-year-olds, senior management who drop in willy-nilly, and a jam-packed curriculum courtesy of our wonderful Government(!), as soon as I get into bed, I fall asleep.
I've started two or three books over the past year and haven't finished any of them. I've barely gotten past chapter 2 before giving up due to exhaustion. I start to read but suddenly my eyes are heavy (there's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti…) and the words blur into an anxious, restless dream.
However, now that I'm free from the shackles of work for 6 weeks, and I'm chilling in Bulgaria for two of them, I have treated myself to a selection of three books… and I'm determined to finish every one of them!
Happy reading to me!! And any other avid readers out there!