Hello, Jason here. I don't know about you, but for me, there is absolutely nothing better, nothing that defines happiness more than a brand new book, just waiting to cause you to lose sleep, cry, and shout with glee.
I just bought this book (Elizabeth is Missing, by Emma Healey) that I've been wanting to read so badly for about a month now (my sister can attest to that - I've been babbling in and on about it for the past few weeks) and now that I've got it, I almost don't want to read it, simply because of the excitement I have about reading it (if that makes any sense at all). I know this book is going to be amazing - and that once I start reading, it is probably going to consume my life, which I am absolutely excited for. I have heard such great things about this book, and I also found out that not one, not two, not even three, but nine publishers fought with each other for the publishing rights to this book. And for a reader like me, that sends the message that this is going to be one heck of a good book.
Honestly, I'm saving this book for a long (as in two twelve-hour days) car ride that starts on Monday, so for now, I'll cherish that awesome feeling I have right now, and keep staring at it's (great) book cover, keeping it safe until the glorious day the car ride starts. Can you tell I'm excited?
So to complete my title:
The definition of happiness is a brand new book, just waiting to be read.
I hope you are all having a great week!
Stay addicted!
-Jason