Sitting slouched with my legs crossed in the waiting room of the dentist office, I pull out my worn copy of “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” by Betty Smith and flip to the page I left off on. My bookmark finds its familiar place between the final page and binding.  The mystery of my reasons for reading permeates the sterile air of the office. Maybe I’m a luddite. Maybe I’m an intellectual. Maybe I’m just weird. Maybe I’m trying hard to curate a certain image.  In reality, I’m just reading to read. There’s no ulterior motive. I’ve loved books since I was little when my mom would read me “Goodnight Moon” nightly. But in a day and age where the norm is necks bent over at 90 degree angles to stare into a device with fingers tapping noiselessly on screens, my little book is an anomaly. To read more, click the link in bio. #storybynevahudson #pagedesignbylylaweeks #photobymasonsajna #socialmediabylylaweeks