I used to love mysteries : ghost stories, murder mysteries, true crime stories. These days I love fairytale books that I can read to my son, they remind me of when I was little and could get lost in a story that took place in a castle in a land far far away. Although, my son is only 5 months old I read to him every night and it makes me feel so good that I can share the same stories with him that my parents shared with me when I was little. Its funny how when you get older your imagination tends to dwindle, but by simply opening a good book you can bring it back to life. Corny I know, but so very true.
