So I’ve been thinking about reading lately.
Thinking about how little of it I have done this year.
Around 30 books and the year is almost done, last year I did 50 easily and wrote a novel as well.
So what happened?
I’m not sure. I do know this was an especially hard year for me and mine, with a lot of losses and fears and sadness. But I don’t think I can blame it all on that. It has been exceptionally busy this year too, with projects and new jobs and such. But nope, not that either.
I think I just fell out of love with reading for a while. I think for once, instead of reading on my own I wanted to be read to, entertained, amused. I wanted something that was going to be bright and flashy and brainless and feed me my entertainment one lovin’ spoonful at a time. I think I just wanted to turn off for a while, probably because of the craptastic year (and because that is what I do when stress hits, I put my head in the sand).
Not gonna pass a judgement, not gonna say it was bad or good. Just noting it for future reference.
Interesting thing though, was what got me thinking about this in the first place.
I read a book. After a long time gone, I read a book…I read it in a little over 24 hours. Granted it was short, but not THAT short. More so, it was painful. It was the kind of story that makes you bleed for the pleasure of reading it. The book was Push by Sapphire.
It is about a young abused girl taking the reins of her life in her own hands, or at least beginning to. The glimmer of hope it ends on is tremulous at best. If you look too hard at it the light might just fade away but it is there, and I love this book for that. For not taking the Cinderella ending, for not tying up all the loose ends, for leaving us…not wanting more…but uncertain, unsettled, but with hope. Yeah, with hope.
Anyway, this is a little shout out to books that break the funk, that pull you back in, that make you gulp them down in one sitting. Push is one of mine. What is one of yours?