I am a lover of words. Word curious.

I recently purchased a book, at a friend’s recommendation, a HARD cover, no less, and I found myself wanting to throw it across the room on more than one occasion. I am a peaceful soul. I have never thrown anything across a room, let alone a book. It was that bad.

What I found so interesting about this experience is that I felt compelled to read it because I didn’t want to insult the person who suggested it. Yikes! My good girl archetype was in full swing. No wonder I wanted to throw the book across the room. I’m over that now. I evoked the “rascal” and just skipped entire chapters, then multiple chapters, until I reached the end.

So here’s to permission and losing ourselves in good books. REALLY good books.