So,I read a book called the boy who met Jesus. How many of you read? Who takes the time any more to enter into another person’s story? Are we all stuck in our own story, immersed in our selves? Maybe, we read to escape our own story because it isn’t satisfying enough? Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, we read to learn about life without making all the mistakes ourselves. OR we just love the idea of zombie demons getting decapitated (YEAH- jana oliver’s last demon trappers novel). By the way about the boy who met Jesus, it was so amazing that i couldn’t believe it was true so i went online to look at the stories and wow! wow! wow! tell me what have you read lately and why do you read?