The old art of reading a book
Have you ever think about the old art of reading a press book? I love the sensation of taking out a book form your handbag and start reading when you are waiting in line. This past Monday had to do some errands. Before heading to what I knew will be a long waiting line; I thought of a book. Why not? The old fashion way: bring a book. It was the perfect idea. I just sat in the floor and read until it was my number. Here I was, near a river with a fugitive and Charles Dickens moving through the pages. The feeling of moving your hand, smelling the paper and the sound of passing paper through your finger is so memorable, you have all your senses in the story! W O N D E R F U L. Now I have the book on the side table of my bed. One of this days I will find out how the story ends.