I am a voracious reader. Well, I used to be anyways. On average, before mom got sick, I would be reading four books at any one time. Usually one bible study, one non-fiction and two fiction books would be stacked on my beside table.
Last week at mom and dad’s house, I looked on mom’s book shelf beside her bed. On the top of the pile, I found this book I gave her in November which was one of the last books she read.
I picked the book because of it’s title and wintery scene. I didn’t even read the back.
I remember asking mom about it after she read it in two days flat. She said it was a good light read and that I should read it.
Today, I looked at the book summary. It’s about ‘three people at the crossroads of heartbreak and healing’. One of the characters lost her mom and no longer believes in anything. She believes her mom now speaks to her through heart-shaped rocks.
I may have to start reading again.
P.S. Sexy Neck just walked in the room and saw the book on my lap and asked, “Are you reading again?”
Me, I am still at maybe… Not sure my brain can handle it.