Staying in bed undisturbed with a good book, and the phone off, on a radiantly sunny Saturday, without the slightest inclination to venture past the bedroom door until at least 9PM, is a privilege all bookworms earn, after so many childhood summers spent miserably ordered outside, scowling, against our will, for totally boring fresh air, when we didn’t even get to finish that last chapter.
I loved reading, but I loved the outdoors too.
Jeg har kun læst en eneste bog i mit liv.
Y despertarse, y encontrarse algo así
…this IS my life.