It's been a beautiful warm and sultry weekend in the Northeast with a promise of a few thunderstorms. I spent a few hours this morning engrossed in my current read, A Fierce Radiance by Lauren Belfer. I'm having a hard time putting this one aside as I contemplate my work week and finishing any stray chores that are lingering. I'll have a review for you this week. Stay tuned, this is one book you will definitely want to put on your TBR list.
I wish the little annoying voice of conscience and guilt didn't have to keep whispering my To Do List in my ear. However, I do love to read Sunday morning in the true Sunday Salon sense. I don't know what I would do without this special day. Today, like most Sundays, my neighborhood is quiet. Without the din of lawnmowers, grass & hedge trimmers and leaf blowers that often create an unwelcome symphony, it is peacefully quiet. I can actually hear the birds as they greet the day. My greyhounds are stretched out on the carpet, bellies full as I sip a cup of tea from one of my pretty little teapots.
I enjoy reading anytime, but there is something special about this part of the week that always makes me happy, relaxed and totally absorbed in the moment. When is your special time of week to read?