putting together a robot without the instruction manual

So, I've started yet another book. Reading just seems so peaceful, even if the book I'm reading evokes every emotion but peace. The act of sitting\laying quietly and reading. Feeling the pages as you turn them, and feeling a sense of accomplishment as you check to see how much further you have to go. And then the final Ta-Da! when you actually finish it and take in a deep breath and reflect on the journey you just took through pages filled with words. The whole process seems almost magical, and I love it. It nevr ceases to help me escape for a moment, to help me feel a ease when I come back to reality, and help me feel more grounded. Those little moments of reading I have I cherish, I want to have more.

Currently:
Dark Tower #5 Wolves of the Calla (half-way done)
Our Noise (37 pages)
Lullabies for Little Criminals (30 pages)

The last book, Lullabies for Little Criminals I just started yesterday at the cemetery in between DT. I love it. It reminds me a lot of the last one I read, Mister Posterior and the Genius Child. Both are told by a child who is exposed to very grown-up things. The colorful language and sentence structure and descriptions of things as a child would describe things are so eye opening and fun.

"...and thought that I was good-looking enough to be in a circus with men throwing knives at me. I was especially good-looking after Id eaten spaghetti sauce and my lips were all stained orange. Whenever things were going well I started to feel vain."