I've become a regular at our local library. In fact, I visit once or twice a week. Besides sewing, I also enjoy curling up with a good book. I still like the feel of it (although I'm also wishing for an iPad or a Nook Color). I like books by Tess Gerritsen and Beverly Connor, or by Victoria Laurie or Heather Webber. I used to like James Patterson and Patricia Cornwell until their stories left me saying -- Seriously?? I like following a series so I can watch characters evolve. I like being a "witness" to how their struggles gave them strength and gain wisdom. It's like watching them win a race.
I admit I haven't been sewing lately even though I still think about projects in my head and check out sewing tutorials online. But I've been reading. And I've been reading books for young adults. Yes, folks... the ones intended for ages 9-12. Blame Harry Potter and the like. These books were so wonderfully written that sometimes I think, are these really appropriate for this age group? We're talking murder and mayhem here which is something I normally see from your typical forensic thrillers intended for adults, sans the medical/technical jargon. But somehow YA books are just more... colorful... more visually appealing in my mind's eye. I enjoyed reading The Lost Hero a whole lot more than The Lost Symbol. Does that sound wrong?
I wish these kinds of books were around when I was younger. During those times my goal was to read all the Nancy Drew's. She was cool... but she was never killed twice by Voldermort.