I love to read. Not a day goes by without me sitting down to read, unless it’s forced upon me by circumstances, such as illness or … something … and I can’t think of the last time it happened, actually.
If you want to torture me, put me in a waiting room for hours with nothing to read. I’ll read the posters, I’ll read the information leaflets, and then I’ll climb the walls to read the small print telling me who made the clock and how to replace the battery. I’ll read the labels on my clothes, the washing instructions on the curtains, and the badges on people’s lapels. Heck, I’ll even read their tattoos if they have any.
I was very lucky because learning to read came easily to me, and I found the whole process of getting words off the page and into my brain quite magical. When I was old enough to join the local library, I remember badgering my mother on a Saturday morning to hurry up and take me down there to change my books so that I could get new stuff to read. We were only allowed four books each week. Four! How mean was that?
In those days, I would read one book at a time, but now I tend to read several books at once, keeping one or two in the bedroom, and others dotted about the house (OK, yeah. In the bathroom too …), so that there’s always something handy.
Here’s what I have on the go at the moment. I’m not going to review them, you can follow the links if you want to know more about them -
Okay, I know I said I wasn’t going to review them, but I have to tell you that I’m about to give up on The Witching Hour. It is so slow. So. Slow. I keep waiting for it to warm up and get going, but since I’m halfway through now, I think I might be onto a loser.
I have others waiting – I’m particularly looking forward to Making Money, (the latest Terry Pratchett ‘Discworld’ novel), My Horizontal Life (Chelsea Handler) and The Knife Man (Wendy Moore) which is all about a famous 18th century surgeon.
I’ve read pretty much all genres, though I don’t care too much for horror these days, I seldom read science fiction anymore, and politics bores me. I also read blogs, of course, and what got me started on this post was Gemmak telling us that she considers herself a ‘literary lightweight’. So what exactly is that? Does it matter if we don’t read ‘worthy’ books? What is a worthy book anyway? Personally, I read for fun, for information, and for escapism, and I don’t much care what anyone else thinks of my choices.
Here’s a couple of thoughts to leave you with. According to the Literacy Trust, 40% of adults in Britain never read books. Also, the last time I heard an estimation, the average British household contained only five books. OH and I read all the time, and have upwards of two thousand books in our house. Good grief. How many households does that leave with no books at all?
Oh, and Confident Writing has a kind of meme going about her ‘Summer Reading Pile’. I don’t do Technorati, but if you do, and want to join in, tag your post with those words.