It’s been a very productive year for this bookworm, averaging a book a week. I don’t think I ever managed to do that before. Whether it’s dedication, or a tendency to ignore the real world with its grown-up responsibilities, I’ve been reading so much that the letters on the page started to become blurry.
The optician I went to see for this problem assured me that the books weren’t the problem, but I was. “Don’t worry, it’s very common for people your age.”
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Bad news: I can no longer ignore the fact that I’m aging.
Good news: turns out, I look great in glasses (maybe he lied to make me feel better after his earlier comment, but I choose to believe it anyway)
Best news: I can get back to reading!
Bookworm in the City 