So, sometimes I read a book -- slowly or quickly, it doesn't matter which -- and am so enthralled by something about it that I want to gather it into my arms and hug it tightly. Books aren't inherently hugable... with their pointy corners and sometimes hard covers, but it can be done if you put your mind to it.
Over the weekend I read The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo. It's a tale of a mouse, a princess, a rat, and a servant girl whose lives become irrevocably entertwined. There is soup, and light, and love, and thread. It is a quick read, beautifully written, and engrossing to the core.
My friends, I hugged this book. ♥