When I was a kid I got the reading bug, which was most likely passed down to me through my grandmother. I can remember sitting in the big black chair in the living room, which swiveled and rocked, and this was important because I could turn the chair so I faced the corner and block out everything and everyone as I escaped into whatever fabulous book I was reading. I can remember burning through the entire Trixie Belden books. I still have them all in a storage box in my basement – you know, should I ever decide to read them again.
My mother used to threaten to get rid of my books because I couldn’t be bothered to leave my reading chair to do things like set the table or run downstairs and pick out a can of vegetables for dinner (by the way, I always picked creamed corn because my brother hated it). I honestly can’t remember a time where I wasn’t reading a book: sitting in the boat while my dad was fishing, or riding in the car to go anywhere, there was always a book involved.
I also can’t remember the last time I ate creamed corn.
I couldn’t tell you what I all read, or even if I got my books from the library. Other than the entire V.C. Andrews Flowers in the Attic series, Mommie Dearest, I think I read a ton of Harlequin Romance books.
I married a reader, which explains why we have two copies of many books. Most of them are the Harry Potter books, which were purchased on the date they were released because neither of us could be second in line to read the book. Now that we both have ereaders our book collection is mostly digital. Although, he prefers the Nook, while I prefer iBooks. If there’s a book I think he’ll like, I’ll get it through the Nook app so we can share.
Someday I’ll have to write a post about all the boxes of hard cover books we moved multiple times.
Anyhow, somewhere around the beginning of October I decided that I hadn’t read enough books lately, my last being The Tao of Martha by Jen Lancaster, in July. Therefore I sat down, and started reading. And then I burned through the following books:
- Bitter is the New Black, Jen Lancaster (3 stars)
- Bridesmaid Lotto, Rachel Astor (I gave it 4 stars on Goodreads, but really I think it’s more 3.5-ish)
- Gamble on Engagement, Rachel Astor (1 star, it was awful)
- Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn (4 stars)
- The Racketeer, John Grisham (4 stars)
- Wicked Business, Janet Evanovich (1 star)
- Where’d You Go, Bernadette, Maria Semple (5 stars, I LOVED IT!)
- Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, Cheryl Strayed (5 stars, SO GOOD!!!)
I’m averaging one book every four days, but when there was only nine weeks left in the year I figured I could read eight more books in 2013, bringing my total to 22 books. I’m on pace and now only have five more books to go. Since 2007, I’ve kept track of the books I’ve read (see the bookshelf page) and that was the year I read 25 books. The second highest year was 21 books. Let’s not forget that I earned an MBA during this time period too, which means I wasn’t reading books like I used to. I keep reminding myself that it’s not a contest, but holy crap, I’m making 22 books happen. IT’S GONNA HAPPEN!
The hardest part lately is trying to decide what to read next.
I pulled the Sophie Kinsella book, I’ve Got Your Number in case you’re wondering.