I’m a reader.
The kind that takes two years to finish one book – restarting each time
I pick it up. I’m the
kind of reader that falls asleep mid-sentence and who owns an entire
bookshelf full of someday-I’ll-read-these novels. That reader that makes her roommate read her psychology novel out
loud to her. I’m the kind of reader that’s a horrible kind of reader.
But I am a reader. And I've held onto every
word from Ms. Bronte’s Jane. Jane Eyre. She's accompanied me to the coast, overseas and on many many airplane flights.. Many more than I'd like admitting.
