My heros were Judy Blume. R.L Stine and Roald Dahl. (Oh Roald you brilliant, brilliant being). The BFG, and The Twits, are still two of my favourite books of all time.
Ring any bells? Absolute gold.
From a sprightly age, my passion for reading began, and it has continued to evolve ever since. Cracking a fresh paperback, sniffing in the mystery, intrigue, characters, and smears of old peanut butter, is my nerdy version of heaven. Reading is an integral part of my being, and without that chapter or two (or ten) each night, I hate to think how dull my dreams would be. Each book fills my imagination with the most vivid images. I know the characters, we are involved. And when a really good novel comes to an end, I feel a bit empty inside, like I've said sayonara to some good friends forever. It may sound sad/ pathetic to some, but in my opinion that just tells me you've never read a good book.
When people tell me they "don't really get into reading", or they "don't really have time", I'm a wee bit baffled. Who doesn't have time to delve into the unknown whilst in bed each night? To expand your vocab for 10 mins, and to set your imagination free. We all got time for dat!
A couple of years ago I was gifted a kindle for my birthday. Initially, I felt like I was betraying my beloved books, and turning on the timeless age of paperbacks. I was a traitor. And this may be so, but I was a traitor with a library at my fingertips. One touch of the screen, and I was away. Admittedly, the smell of a book is something I miss terribly, but having to get to the library to avoid fines is something I don't. No bedside light is also a bonus, although some people will never be happy with even the slightest light. Quote from Oli last night "when are you going to turn off the sun so I can get some sleep?"- literally whinges every night. I laugh just thinking about us in bed in 50 years and Oli still complaining about my reading light. Suck it up sunshine.
I've just recently finished one of the best novels I've read all year actually;
She's a chunky one but she is absolutely magnificent! This one follows the life of a young boy, struck by tragedy, and thrown into a lonely and desperate world. A good soul, making bad decisions. The characters were so well developed, and by the end, I felt like I was living in a parallel universe with Boris. (Yes Boris). Go forth and read this masterpiece at once!
I also read this one over the weekend;
For a book with such rave reviews, I was a bit "meh". Flouncy storyline, with a bunch of typical characters, a good twist at the end, but all in all, average. It was easy to read though, I'll give it that. I think because I had just finished The Goldfinch, it was too easy to compare & therefore be disappointed. Certainly a hard act to follow!
I'm currently reading one called "Shantaram", another chunky guy recommended by a friends girlfriend (thanks Cherie). So far, so good, I'll be sure to let you know how well it delivers!
At the moment, Blakes still too young to get into books, but I plan on buying every Roald Dahl book for her 10th birthday and introducing her to his warped and wacky world. I reckon I'll be more excited for story time each night than she will be! (Ohhhh to read those books for the first time again, imagine! )
Moral of this story, read. Just read a book.
Happy Monday!!
Thought of the day "first gym workout in 8 months yesterday = walking like an 80 year old arthritic sufferer today"
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