I am a girl who loves to read.  Give me a good book and I won’t come up for air until it finished.  And, yes, most likely my daughter has gone hungry and destroyed the house in the process.

But I don’t read in the winter.

During the summer put me on a boat, a lounge chair, porch swing, row boat, hammock and I’ll have a book with me – well, perhaps not on the row boat but you get the point.  In the winter, try as I might, to curl up with a book and a cup of tea, I always seem to just stare out the window watching the snow or I fall asleep.

Currently in the midst of the Polar Vortex round 2, I don’t plan to leave the house tomorrow.  I have a great stack of books waiting for me – taunting perhaps – on the end table.  Maybe, just maybe, I’ll crack one open tomorrow and become lost in a story, rescuing me from this winter’s cold.