I love books. I love jumping into another world or someone else’s life, just for a little while. I love getting so absorbed in a story that a part of you is a little upset when it’s over.
I like most genres, although I’m not a huge fan of sci-fi or those romance novels (Mills & Boon anyone?). Like my music, I have an eclectic mix of books on my shelf. And like my music, what I choose to read depends on my mood.
I used to read all the time. My friend (/sister from another mister) Trish can read a whole book in one sitting. I have never known anyone to read as much as she does. I’ve found though, since I’ve had kids my reading time (of grown up books) has slowly disappeared. I have to read in silence. Trish could read while a concert was blaring behind her and 50 people were talking in front of her and she’s never miss a word of the story!
The only real time I can read is after the boys have gone to bed. By then, however, my brain has shut down for the day and I’m in total veg mode. If I pick up a book, I’ll soon find I’ve read the same paragraph 14 times. My mind begins to leave the story and start planning shopping lists and things I need to get done in the coming days. The book gets forgotten. And then I go to sleep.
As a result, this is the pile of unread books I have in my bedside table. There is also another pile on my bookshelf. I have now placed a self imposed ban on myself – no more books until I’ve read the ones I have!
This is an interesting pile of books. It’s a mix of conspiracy and sex, love and epic journeys, diets and life lessons, war and friendship. I need to get reading!
What’s your favourite book? Do you have a “to read” pile?
And who wouldn’t want a little nook like these to curl up in!?!