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I love to read.
No, really. I mean it. Big time. I LOVE to read.
Okay, you think, so what? You love to read, too.
I am absolutely crazy about reading. I love to wander around the Blogosphere and see what other people are reading. I love to add books to my wishlist. I love to read aloud. I love to go on vacations and visit bookstores. And libraries. I invite friends to come with me to author readings. I actually gave up tv in 2003 so I'd have more time to read. Eek.
My idea of a horror story? The Twilight Zone episode where the reader is the only one left alive but happily finds a library...and then he breaks his only pair of glasses.
So my question is, Why? Why do I love to read so much when so many people see it as drudgery if not torture?