Alright, so a number of years ago, I caught the book-reading bug. Turned off by all the literature we were forced to digest in high school, I had got sick of books and had stopped reading altogether. Then I go the bug, and started reading once more.
Things changed in the last few years. Work started to mentally drain me. I would come home, and the last thing I wanted to do was to think. I just wanted to relax to some mind-numbing activity, such as reading sites like Reddit or playing video games.
I never stopped buying books, mind you, I just stopped reading them. So I would keep visit Chapters and purchase titles that interested me. Most recently, this included a splurge on math books where I bought a book on irrational numbers, another on prime numbers, and a tome on the history of algebra.
Finally, a few days ago, I caught the book-reading bug once more. I’ve been reading two books. One is a collection of real-life short stories by super-cool-lesbian-Yukoner Ivan Coyote called The Slow Fix. The other is a book on Africa that I picked up at the Apartheid Museum in Johannesburg. I figured if the museum carried it, that it was likely the least likely title to depict things inaccurately.
*Hugs Books*
