This week my friend Yvonne is visiting. We’ve of course done some tourist like things and we’ve hit the bookstores looking for some of the recommendations that everyone was so kind to have supplied last week. We went to see the King Tut exhibit that is in my area, and Yvonne bought several souvenirs. I was however a bad hostess, and when we made a pit stop for a quickie snack I promptly forgot I was in charge of them, and lost them! I felt awful when I realized it.The day however turned out to not be a total bust because when we arrived home sitting in my living room was a brand new hand made rocking chair. My 16-year-old son, Brian made it for me. Here is a picture of my new favorite reading place. Do you have a favorite reading place? Is it something special and likely to be handed down for generations like my rocker or is it special just because it happens to be in a great spot and is super comfy? Perhaps even your favorite reading place changes depending on either your mood or the genre of book you’re reading at the moment. Inquiring minds…