An Embarrassing Confession?
I don't know if this can really be classed as a confession, because what I am doing, is admitting to something I have not done.
Well here goes, I confess that I cannot remember the last time I actually read a book, fiction or non-fiction. (I am not talking weeks or months, but years.)
I read items and blurb on the internet, I read news on ceefax/teletext, I read the odd article in a newspaper or a magazine, I read the Guiness book of records a bit at a time. (mainly on the loo)
BUT I must admit, I have not read a book from cover to cover for absolutely years and years.
It is not as if I don't have the time; maybe it is laziness.....is anyone else guilty of this "crime" against literature?
Confessions of a book worm
I am like Angela - usually have at least one book on the go, cannot imagine not having at least one to hand.
Awful if I have a really good book and go to bed - can hardly bear to put it down to go to sleep, often then waken during night, read a bit more until my eyes cannot stay open any more. Admit many times fall asleep book in hand and glasses on.
I must confess I am a compulsive reader - housework, food, husband, anything (but friends) can be ignored if I am into a good book.