When I was younger, I had the privileged of being able to read anywhere for any length of time – in the kitchen, in the living room, lounging on my bed…for hours and hours and hours (only child, right here). Now that I’m a married old lady with kids, if I’m caught with a book in my hand – or more commonly, with a tablet – I’m looked upon with suspicion. Why isn’t she making us a lunch that we’re too picky to eat, those little faces wonder. Why isn’t she watching super-excited animated characters with me? And then the inevitable guilt does actually settle in and I wait until the middle of the night when everyone’s asleep to relish and binge, only to have to wake up at the break of dawn to do it all over again.

So viola! I’ve created my own mental reading nook and no matter what big dark eyes peer at me over the illuminated face of my handheld device, I’ll be content on that lovely electric blue couch.

#AmReading