Among other things, I've been reading real books recently. Yep. I put down my kindle (which I adore) and picked up some real books. There's something so wonderful about reading a book, book.

I borrowed a Margaret Atwood book from a friend over Christmas break but I wasn't able to read it easily with my clunky cast. I couldn't keep the book open and turn pages.

Once I am done with my current mystery novel Atwood here I come.

I will say though, if I'm reading in bed my kindle is much more convenient. The book is always in the light and you never lose your page.

Oh my. What's wrong with me.