When we were building our home, all I wanted were many reading spots. I wanted arched recesses and alcoves, lean cupboards that could hold my thinner books, cabinets that sprawled over many walls. Sadly, none of that could happen in the times of “casual chic”. But then I learned that all I need for reading is a book. My little readers taught me that. When I see them crammed in their Ikea tent or their Amazon ball pit with a book, or walking over to the car with a book in hands so they can read it in their car seats during a bumpy car ride , or when they just plonk themselves in their bean bags and yogibos with a book in hand and tell stories to their toys, my heart fills with how easy life is to enjoy. 
My mind as a woman 