Here is a woman who loves to read. Can't you just tell from the way she is seated, so comfortably in front of the fire? Well, maybe not so comfortably. Can you imagine having to wear that get-up every day? But she is obviously enthralled in her book. I wonder what it is? A collection of morally uplifting sermons? Some long-winded Victorian poet? Or maybe a daring new novel!
Where do you sit when you read? This is one of two sofas in my living room/library. It is placed in front of a big window that faces east. When I have the time, I love to take a few minutes (OK, a few hours, but don't tell !) to sit here and read in the morning sun.
There are plump pillows to lean against, and a footstool to stack my books on. I usually curl up with my feet underneath me. This room is lived-in. And there are no distractions -- no TV, no phone, no computer.
There are plenty of books here to tempt; everything from nineteenth-century poetry to the latest Janet Evanovich.
Books are stacked everywhere -- on the desk, on the sofa, under the end tables. Fiction, non-fiction, mysteries, suspense, cookbooks, decorating books, poetry, history, even encyclopedias. And, of course, don't forget the trashy romance novels.
Yeah, I guess you could say Iluv2read.