I. Love. To. Read. When I was a kid, my dad, in his infinite wisdom, bribed me with $$ to read. It worked. By the time I was 14 I had racked up about $2500 worth of reading allowance. But by the time payday rolled around, I nobly rejected the payout noting that reading about Jo and her sisters, and Huck riding down the river, and Tess and her trail of broken hearts was payment enough! Reading had enriched my life in a way that money never could (pretty sure my dad was quite literally banking on that realization).
One thing I love about reading is that with each changing season of my life, my book list changes along with it. Sometimes themes emerge unintentionally. While other times, I'l hear about something intriguing enough that I'll go hog-wild reading everything and anything on that topic for a solid month. Regardless, I'm always, always up for recommendations and sincerely love hearing about the pages my friends are turning.