I grew up with my nan and I’ve mentioned the massive book shelves in our living room, that eventually overflowed into my bedroom, very too often. For as long as I can remember my grandmother has always read books. Up until her eye sight got pretty bad, and even now she’s trying to read a bit using the magnifying glass. She would forever gift me books and to this day she is still buying books that I end up bringing to the UK with me every time I visit her. She is the #1 person in the world to me and the #1 reason why I love reading. Reading is…
Hi Friends! Hope you are all doing well? For today’s post I wanted to do something a bit different, and fun, and slightly embarrassing. We all have a few reading quirks and I am planning to do a completely separate post about those too (you know stuff like smelling new books, stroking the pages when reading – Ms Bird, that’s you!, skipping to the very last sentence first etc.) but today I wanted to share some of my bookish sins that have been weighing me down.