Back in the day when I didn’t always have concrete plans during weekends and the rave for social media wasn’t mighty yet – I spent my days relying heavily on my holiday book recommendations. From a murder mystery here, to a teen romance there – I would spend my days huddled under my blanket reading for hours at an end.
Sometimes I would start reading a book in the morning and before I knew it, morning turned to evening and evening turned to night. I’d get so absorbed in the lives of the characters of the stories illuminated by the warm glow of my bedside lamp that I became oblivious to what happened outside. And just like that – the sun set, temperatures dropped, traffic became thicker and my windows became foggier.