"Reading Not Sleeping" courtesy of http://nauticalmonkeyproject.blogspot.com/
My husband sleeps with two pillows, one under his head and one over it. It’s beyond me how he breaths like that, but it is a useful survival technique for our marriage. Why? Because if I am in the mood to read, I will not put the book down until 4 am.
I am not sure when this willingness to forgo sleep to satisfy my voracious appetite for reading began, but I have distinct memories that trace back to forth grade at least. In middle school I would read in the summer months until the sun was coming up (consequently I would also sleep until three o’ clock in the afternoon, something I do not have the luxury of doing now). I would go through a book a day. I still do that at times.
Books are an escape, they can satisfy any mood. I will read just about anything that can hold my attention. Sometimes that means I pick up a book that forces me to think, one of my favorites being Atlas Shrugged. Sometimes my love and passion for cooking has me flipping through cookbooks or reading a biography on a famous chef or restaurant. Sometimes it means I give into my love for historical fiction; I have read and reread Pride and Prejudice, Gone With the Wind, and Anne of Green Gables among others. Sometimes I want total fluff so I can shut off my brain for a while. And sometimes it means I want a long story, one that takes me through many adventures with characters I feel as though I know personally. I do love a good series.
Waltzing in the Kitchen 