Just finished Rebecca. Excellent. Recently read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Francie is my hero. I love reading the classics, especially when it doesn’t require extra brain work to deciphere old English style text (Dickens, I’m talking to you!) Currently reading Little Women. I found it a bit stodgy at first, but now I’m into it. I mean, poor Beth! And how cute is Laurie?

I’m a bookworm. I admit it. My husband tells me so. One of my all time favorite things to do is read a book in bed with a glass of wine on my nightstand. It feels so old world luxurious. Silly, I know. But when I sit all day, and I mean allllllll day, in front of  computer, the last thing I want to do when I get home is check Facebook one more time.

In school, I balked at the idea of reading an old book. I hated anything that was required, preferring Sweet Valley Twins or some other nonsense. But looking back, I realize that my reading list was shockingly bare. The schools I attended should be ashamed of themselves. I spent most of my adult life pretending that I read Jane Austen, hiding my ignorance with movie versions.  So, yeah, I’m taking it into my own hands to educate myself on the classics. And you know what? There are worlds of wonder in those pages.