I love to read. I love it so much that I don't do it very often, or nearly as often as I wish I could.
One day last week my poor family had no dinner. When I say no dinner, I mean NO DINNER--hubby scrounged some ramen noodles, I slapped together a pb&j for the boy, nursed the baby, and I have no idea what I ate, or if i even did. All for a book.
It's all because of Pride and Predjudice. So now I'm on an Austen kick and decided to read Sense and Sensibility while I'm at it.
Thankfully my husband didn't mind at all. Ramen noodles are good once in a while, aren't they?