Kudos to the book that quenched my deep desire for a nourishing read – The Book Reader

I often go through these intense periods when I crave a great literary novel. I am uncertain as to where the feeling resides or stems from; however, somewhere deep inside the sudden book pangs begin to gnaw at me, begging me to satiate the need to read, to be mentally stimulated, and to fasten my seat belt and travel into the imaginations and experiences of authors.  

A few months ago I was struck, once again by the constant book pangs. I found myself going through my collection, hoping to find an unread book, or even perhaps any book, heaven forbid, I did not finish reading. I began to spiral into the shadows, delving head first down the metaphorical rabbit hole. My descent was indeed that dramatic and done with absolute flair. 

I could have gone to the bookstores and browsed around for something to ease my cravings. The thing is that I am quite particular. I do not want to read any book written by any author. I need authors that challenge me with their imagination and curate vocabulary that stitches together their tales in ways that leave me feeling like I am part of the tapestry. I am part of the quilt. Choosing a great book to read is a form of self-care or love. You are choosing what will nourish your brain and your thoughts. What stories will live in your mind. Choosing a good book is like choosing the…