Winter may be my least favorite season to live through, but it is by far my favorite season to read in. There’s just something magical about being tucked up with a blanket and a book while its biting cold outside. What’s more is I never have “reader guilt” in the winter since it’s so miserable outside, no part of me wants to be out in the snowy elements instead of curled up with my book. Oddly enough even though I count the days between fall and spring I love reading about winter. To me it is the most vivid of…