I have an off / on relationship with books which I am not proud of. I love reading and I love the intellectual and emotional journey that books take me on but ashamedly when life gets overwhelmingly busy it is the first thing that gets neglected on my ‘to do’ list. Reading is one of those pleasures that I feel I must deserve or earn. The housework must be done, the children tendered to, work up to date and all must be good in the world before I feel I can indulge myself in a book.
Thankfully the past few years I have made time to read. And I am emotionally and mentally better for it! I also love that I am setting an example for my girls that books are important and that there should always be time for reading. (Miss 7 loves reading and that makes me so happy).
Whilst lurking around the blogosphere last week, Matt, from Dad Down Under asked me what my favourite book was? Immediately a few came to mind, but when it came to narrowing it down I just couldn’t. I am in no way a literary master. My tastes are varied and in a lot of ways worlds apart.
In primary school I loved the ‘Choose your own adventure’ style books – remember those? I would read them over and over again until I had taken every single path possible. Come high school and I remember reading a lot. I was in love with mystery then and Agatha Christie books were frequently borrowed from the library and devoured. I loved her way with words and how she handled suspense in a gentle English way rather than an ‘in your face here you have it’ kind of way.
High school also introduced me to some wonderful books that I probably would not have read if it were not due to English & Literature classes. George Orwell’s 1984 was a freakishly possible and scary text that got me thinking and Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird was the first book I fell in love with (and still do to this day) and should be compulsory text for all students. But there was one book that drew me in completely. Arthur Miller’s The Crucible.
Technically a play, I found myself reading the whole book from start to finish in one day before the school year even started. I was captivated by the story, the characters, the writing and the language. Everything about this book had me totally intrigued and engrossed. I would almost go as far to say that it is my favourite book. If you haven’t read it really you must.
But my tastes as I said are varied.
You will often find me indulging in escapism with chic-lit, many of which line my bookshelf and provide me with pleasant, mind wandering memories. I love a biography both of the celebrity and ordinary nature – I love that everyone has a story to tell. I love a good crime drama such as John Grisham and the master James Patterson. And then I love a bit of horror from none other than Stephen King. And books that evoke my thinking and pull at my heart strings will get me every time.
The world is full of amazing books and equally amazing writers. I try not to bog myself down in favourite genres or authors as I want to experience all the world of books has to offer. And the more I read the more I want more to read! And the more I read, the better a writer I will become. (I hope!).
What’s your favourite book? Do you have a favourite author or genre?
Or are you like me – open to anything?
Linking with IBOT over at Essentially Jess.