Scenes from My Playbook
Snapshots of the Literature That Captures My Soul
I always hated the heat from my breath as I hid under the covers. The way the humidity held the air made me feel like I was suffocating. But it was the only way I could hide the beam of the flashlight. I had to keep going. I had to read every word. Every page. Every chapter. I was involved. I was so enraptured by the text that I didn’t want to put it down. Sometimes she caught me.