Someone asked me the other day to recommend a book (Hi, Astrid - this is for you!). And I've been thinking about my response to her. Honestly, I love to read. And I read quickly. So, I only read long books. If a book is less than 150pgs, I don't even consider it, because I'll be done with it in a couple of hours and just feel irritated.
Also, I mostly read easy, light books. I love me some classics, too, but for the most part, when I choose a book to read, I pick something that I can get through. I want something that will allow me to zone-out. I deal with enough drama and human suffering at work. In my books, I want some place where I can escape and enjoy.
So, here are a few of the books I've been reading lately:
- The Anne of Green Gables series (these were a childhood favorite and I return to them every once in awhile.)
- The Hunger Games (loved this series! Read them all twice. May read them again. Don't judge.)
- The Harry Potter books (I know, somehow I've not read them until now. But, as soon as they were released on Kin.dle a couple weeks ago, I jumped on board. I'm almost done with the 2nd one now.)
- Mary Poppins (the kid and I are reading this one together. He's been promised a Momma date to watch it - including popcorn, pretty please, Momma dearest!! - once we finish.)
- Any fiction about the British royals, circa 1400-1700. (Seriously fascinating. To me at least.)
- The Help (This meets my criteria because it was funny and it seemed like one of those books I couldn't NOT read.)
I know that's seriously vague, but it's the truth of my "book" collection. It makes me feel a little bit fluffy and not at all intellectual. But it is what it is.
Today's lesson: Books are magical. They allow us to explore, escape, learn. I can only hope to instill in my children a love of reading. I know it is certainly a gift my mother gave to me.