I love to read. Of course certain authors endlessly entertain me, but some days I want something new. I crave a new adventure, or a new page turning thriller, or better yet, a new fun (albeit unrealistic) romance. And when I travel I feed the need by browsing airport bookstores. Long layover? No problem! I’ll get lost in the stacks, squeeze between rows of pre-packaged candy and local souvenirs to get to the New York Times best sellers and the pocket sized mini-novellas. I’ll pick up books that I don’t ever think to, read backs of autobiographies, flip through self help tomes, find fashion inspiration in Vogue or Elle. Whatever the airport, wherever I’m going, you can surely find me among the pages and the shelves, passing the time.