Okay, we went camping over Memorial Day (see Monday's post). I've learned from being in a family of men, that I should take a book everywhere. Yup, even on 50 mile long quad rides. See, the men stop, they throw rocks in ponds (I'll do this). They catch snakes (I won't do this and keep in mind some of the men are really boys, or at least men who are boys at heart) and they'll nap... right on the quads. Me? I can only throw so many rocks. Snakes, not scared of them... will touch them... but why? Naps? Give me a bed. So, I take a book. Here's a picture of me reading Ginny Smith's Scent of Murder. I am in the middle of nowhere and love it (both the nowhere and the book).
Where do you like to read?