I'm staring forlornly at books.
I've always been a big advocate of the library. Since I first learned how to read, I always knew the library was a magical wonderland where stories come alive and learning makes sense. It was not an uncommon occurrence to find the young version of me exiting the library, lugging upward to 27 books stuffed into bags, ready to get home as fast as possible to eat my way through the feast of words at my fingertips. I used to be that kid that would read anything she could get her hands on . . . and then I went to college.
I went without any fiction for one whole semester. I thought I would die, but I was determined to focus on studying and doing well in class instead of cramming every spare (and even not-so-spare) minute with reading. And when my sabbatical was over, my reading taste was a little different, a little more . . . refined. I don't just read anything I get my hands on nowadays. I search out good, solid books that are well-written. No offense to more contemporary writers, but I haven't found anything that really comes close to a tried and true classic novel. The Count of Monte Cristo, the Scarlet Pimpernel, North & South, and Mansfield Park (to name a few) are wonderfully written. I'm always finding new classics to add to my list of books to read. But I still find some newer authors that I very much enjoy.
I just laughed out loud at the idea of buying something for a good hair day. It's a brilliant idea. Why didn't we think of that long ago?
Happy good hair day. I don't have a book for you yet though. :)