My love of reading

Last weekend, I caught myself being passionate during a conversation about books. However, while I used to read 2 books a day growing up then eventually reading about 2-3 books a week as a young adult, I soon let life get in the way. Anyhow, the spark I felt discussing some of my best books, made me feel like a fraud. I decided to make a point to read again. I started reading on Tuesday (November 14th) and could not put the book down, finishing it early Wednesday morning. Then I read another book though smaller then I even caught myself having started last night my third book within 2 days. I read The Wild Girl by Jim Fergus, followed by Le diable by Léon Tolstoï and I am now reading The Nick Adams Stories by Ernest Hemingway. I have to admit there is nothing like being captivated by a good book.