reading

I spent part of my weekend reading Dickens. It was quite a pleasant, relaxing time. I found it particularly enjoyable since I had just finished a long, tiring week.
Along with reading Dickens, I spent some time skimming through a collection of poems among which I found one that expressed my sentiments on the subject quite well:

O for a Booke and a shadie nooke, eyther in-a-door or out;
With the greene leaves whispering over hede, or the streete cryse all about.
Where I maie Reade all at my ease, both of the Newe and Olde;
For a jollie good Booke whereon to looke, is better to me than Golde