I like to read.
I remember as a kid, sitting for hours in this old, beat-up chair that rocked and swivelled. I would curl my legs under me and sit and read the books I’d checked out at the school library that afternoon.
Friday nights were the best. I remember reading Where The Red Fern Grows in one night. I was so devastated that, after I turned the last page, with tears running down my face, I sought out comfort in my mother’s arms and cried.
I was 12.
The effect books have on me has not changed since then. I get wrapped up in the lives of the characters. I live with them. I mourn with them. I grieve for them.
It took me a year to finish The Return of the King from the Lord of the Rings series. Not because it was a dense book, but because I didn’t want to say goodbye to my friends.
My friends. Frodo, Sam, Aragorn….those were my friends. I couldn’t bear to part with them. So they lived in this timeless stasis in my head so that I would never have to read the last of them.
My love for reading eventually led me to my chosen path at University. My MA in Literature, is basically a degree in reading.
What I find frustrating about life on the outside of University, is that I no longer have anyone telling me what to read.
On the other hand, there’s no one telling me what to read.
But honestly, I get so lost in researching what books I should put on my list; what should I try? What if I don’t like it? Oh, there’s so many to choose from!
And, honestly, just because something’s on the best seller list, doesn’t mean you’ll like it. Seriously. Stephen Hawking’s A Brief History of Time has broken all sorts of records for being on the best seller lists, but that doesn’t mean it’s my cup of tea. I mean, I’d give it a go, but…
Anyway, so that’s why I’m here. You can tag along as I navigate through the sea of books. You can take my recommendations, or you can just amuse yourself by reading about the books I dislike. It’s up to you.
But join me, won’t you? It’ll be fun. I’ll be honest.