Patience on Flickr.
There is this lady on the train - I see her most mornings, who is almost always with a book in her hand. She’s around…40 years old, maybe? The really cool thing is that she reads YA (this morning, she was reading a book in the Septimus Heap series, I saw her reading Holes a while ago). And she is so chill about it, just enjoying her book, reading literally until the train has stopped in the station. And I think that’s fantastic, because we’re so hell bent on labeling everything in our lives, including things related to reading (you’re an adult, so you should read only adult books, you should be reading more classics, you should not read things that are simpler), that we’re forgetting that we’re supposed to do whatever makes us happy. And if reading YA/children’s literature/middle grade makes us happy, we should just do it.
