I found this quote on Pinterest earlier and I have to say I absolutely love it. As a self-confessed book worm, Wilde seems to understand us readers who so often have their noses buried in books. So logically speaking, if good old Oscar is correct in his assumptions I have quite a nice life coming my way.
I'm hooked on travel books. Will I travel the world eating my way from beautiful place to beautiful place?
I'm a bit of a sci-fi, Harry Potter-y, Tolkien-ish, Gaiman-esque geek. Will I find magic and the fantastic in the everyday?
I devour books about boarding houses in Edinburgh and royalty in the UK. Will I finally make the jump I've been dreaming of and become an even bigger Anglophile than I already am?
The story of the Bard of Stratford inspires me with his ability to pen those amazing works in such a short period of time. Will I land a job while living in England at the famed RSC teaching kids to love what I love about Shakespeare?
I hoard children's books from places all over. Will I have family I'm hoping to to share this collection and love of reading with?
I can't pass up a "pink" book by writers like Mary Kay Andrews, or Jane Green. Will I bump into the man of my dreams in the middle of the street and will I be just the girl he's looking for too? Will we marry in a small ceremony in the park and honeymoon in Paris?
I collect plays from drama bookstores I've adored in NYC and dream about the perfect casting and staging of each show. Will I get a chance to see these productions live with amazing actors in beautiful settings?
I browse cookbooks and can almost taste the food I'm seeing. Will I become a superstar chef like my dad or a food writer/chef like Julia?
All I can say is here's hoping Oscar was correct. This would be quite a life.