Before I started writing, I was a reader. I read in cars before my internal core of balance betrayed me in my 20s. I read under the canopies of trees and in fortresses made from sheets and dining room chairs. I read when I should have been socializing. I read and read and read.
When I became a parent, my love for reading did not change but, my ability to read as voraciously did. Time was not the same. It moved far more quickly leaving less and less time for my beloved pastime.
Still, there are some writers I do not miss. In between diaper changes and laundry and the minutia, I make time. Reading their stories keeps my inner-reader satiated. Their styles vary. They are all wordsmiths. They can make you laugh out loud and cry and, nod knowingly with an internal hand-raised and, “Amen, sister!”
I give you my not-to-be-missed makers of word magic. Writers I never-ever-ever-ever miss.
My Big-Ass Blogroll. More writers I love to love (and stalk…lovingly).