The sky is falling, the sky is falling.
I need to be working on edit, so this will be short, but I wanted to share it.
As you all know, I’ve been getting acquainted with public transportation.
One thing that amazes me is the amount of reading on the bus. One woman, a few weeks ago had a large bag from Hastings. She was kind of frazzled looking and I could tell she’d really much rather be in bed than riding a bus. I probably looked the same way.
I asked her what she bought at Hastings.
“Oh, girl. I had to get out this morning. I ran out of books yesterday. I keep some of those puzzle books, but I have to read. No way nothing else satisfies me.”
She opened up her bag and started showing me her books. She had thirteen new romance books.
That prompted me to ask how long it would take her to finish them. Till the end of the month. She reads a book a day on average and she wants new books.
Two other ladies joined in the conversation. One of them likes Patterson, one likes King and Koontz. (Don’t you live for the day when people will recognize you by your last name?) Then they told me what the rest of their family likes.
There is seldom a day that someone isn’t reading, going to the bookstore or the library.
I know times are not rosy, but people are still reading.