πŸ“š I kind of want to have this quote from Anne Trubek as a poster, cross-stitch, or tattoo:

conceive of reading as pure, unadulterated pleasure. A hobby, a way to shift gears, a way to get away from the damned phone, a thing you can do in bed, an outlet for curiosity. A way to counter loneliness, a way to soothe, free therapy. Conceive of it in any way you can that strips it of whatever pressures, should’s, competitions you may have placed on it.

Me, looking at book festival stuff: I gotta read more. There are so many good books! Ack! How can I read more?

Me: Self, reading begets reading. Don’t worry, you’re doing it right.

πŸ’¬πŸ“š “How many times could a mother’s heart break? An infinite number. Each time her children were hurt.” Lorraine Heath, Pleasures of a Notorious Gentleman