I always carry a book in my bag. Not that I would be able to read it as assumed but I just find it a good way to spend time while travelling, waiting or just spending time alone and/or in silence. I have a growing collection of epubs in my tablet that's easier to carry around but I still prefer the real thing. Something I could flip pages, hear the slow scratching of pages with each other, the dog ear folds I make whenever I fail to bring along a bookmark with it.
It had been a little while that I had finished reading a book in one-sitting. Times had changed but the love for flipping pages just keeps burning.
My sweet escape. The thing that makes me feel not alone when I am all alone.
This week's book in the bag pick: