I remember when I was little, my mom would read to me before bed. One of my favorite bedtime stories was The Spider and the Fly. As a child, hearing my mother spin the tale in cinematic fashion, it’s no wonder I became ensnared. Words became images, images reality, and I was the fly ensnared in the narrative spun by my mother’s love of reading. 
My mother planted a seed that grew into the fierce love of reading that is evident in me today. I tend to read on average 1,500 to 2,000 pages a week with ferocity. To chronicle my reading, I’ve spun my passion into scrapbooking books I've read with reviews and highlights. I got Pinterest boards dedicated to my love and ten book cases. My mother gave me a gift. My interest can cross any genre from utopia and dystopia, to fiction and reality, to idealization and realization for me books are one and the same, interwoven like the spider's web. Reading has allowed me to see this with clear cut certainty, book after book, example after example. Since the Spider and the Fly, I’ve been seized, spun and devoured by the sweet embrace of a new chapter. 

– CG

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