Posted October 12, 2008on:
Maybe it’s the time of year, but I’m reading more again. Last night after work, I turned on the iPod, made some dinner, and sat down with The Historian. I started reading this a year ago and wasn’t that interested. It happens. So it went back on the shelf and I moved on to other things. Last week I thought I’d try it again. I’m hooked. It’s hard to put it down even when I know I need some sleep.
Books have had that allure for me for a long time. Ever since I can remember. There was a question on Friendfeed about the book that started your love of reading. I really can’t remember which one it might have been for me. I do remember loving the Anne of Green Gables books as a child. Even as an adult, I’ve searched out other Lucy Maude Montgomery books because of my early delight in her writing.
My mom was instrumental in turning me into a reader. There were always books available in the house. When we got our book order forms in grade school, she usually let me order whatever I wanted. The other kids laughed at me when I brought home a box of books when the order arrived, but I didn’t care. I was bringing home a box full of adventures, new friends, and interesting places to travel. How could you beat that?!
Like most readers, I have favorite genres, favorite authors, and favorite books. I don’t think you’ll find a prevalent theme because I have fairly eclectic tastes in books. But if I had to pick favorites, I like suspense and historical fiction. One of my current favorite authors is Paulo Coelho. One of my favorite books is The Little Prince. See what I’m saying. Eclectic.
The only problem with reading and books is that I won’t live long enough to read everything I want to. *laugh*