Last Night I Stayed Up Too Late Reading

It's true. I meant to read a book and I, through no fault of my own, read a trilogy. Sometimes these things happen.

I love to read.

I love to write too, but some days it is just really nice to get lost in someone else's words and let them carry you off to vacation in their imagination. Then when I woke up opened Facebook and saw this article on Bustle about how readers react to nonreaders (complete with gifs).

It blows my mind that there are people in this world who don't like to read, but alas to each their own.

I leave you with this rhyming monstrosity of a poem I wrote because I can and no one can stop me! *insert crazy smile*

An Ode To Reading

11pm Tossing and turning

Mind hopelessly yearning

I’ll just pick up a book

Distracting my thoughts was all it took.

12am prop myself up

To take a sip from my cup

The pages turn fast

The die has been cast

1am toss off the cover

Anxiously waiting to see if he’ll love her

Emotions soar and crash

A tear sticks to my lash

2am roll over to lean on my arms

Who wouldn’t fall for his charms

My eyes are blurry

Only five more chapters so I’ll hurry

3am close my eyes

Staying up this late wasn’t wise

The character’s journey plays in my head

So much more than just a book I read.

What are you reading right now?

-Liz