Monday, February 1, 2010


Every night, the thought of curling up with a great book that explores the world, takes me to a brighter time, or shows me dark images that I can learn from, makes me smile. 
Then I see the stack of textbooks that need to be read, and the hundreds of chapters to be studied. 
Sometimes I feel like I learn more from real life texts, than the formal words printed in a massive book that is best used as a place to put my snack fruits or tea.
Alas, I read textbooks and only dream of one day finishing my long list of books to read...