more please

I am reading.
it started innocently enough. I think I was trying to watch some Sherlock Holmes and then… oh I remember, I got the last one of the new twelve miss Marple collections books on the shelf at barnes and noble. it was a whim, really.

I didn’t expect it to be so good. these things are usually hit and miss. I read it quickly. it made me happy. it made me remember my happiness at reading low brow genre literature (not that Agatha the christie is but you know). Then I got more books from the library and well my nose has happily been stuck in a book since.

Anyways, it’s good to pick up Ms. Christie, again. It really does feel like catching but with an old friend. I like when reading feels this way. more please.