Yes, twice, both recently. And they have been very different kinds of love.

This question makes me sad.
When I was younger, I was a voracious reader. My bookshelf is full of children’s/YA lit, and I’d read in front of my night light until the wee, wee hours… and if I wasn’t reading, I was writing and illustrating my own stories, dozens of which I have up in my closet. 

Right now it’s a whole different story. I haven’t read anything since summer and before that, last summer. It makes me sad because there’s so much out there I do want to read - Marquis de Sade, Carol Adams, blablabla. My past few favorites were The Idiot, The Help, Garlic and Sapphires, and Norwegian Wood. My old stand-bys are The Bell Jar, The Kite Runner, and of course the Harry Potter series. I was just recently reading a criticism of the books when my chest got all tight and I realized that reading Harry Potter was one of the most fundamental parts of my entire childhood. A solid nine years of my life were spent reading them, so they’re definitely close to my heart.

I’m not really proud of my reading list, but hopefully soon I will be.