For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved books. My brother is the same way. We get it honest, from my mom’s mom, who was always reading something. I never saw her not have a book with her, and sometimes she’d have two. She read all types of books, but she loved a romance novel (which, honestly, freaks me out to think about now), and I always liked it when she’d let me pull out her book to see what the man and woman on the front cover looked like.
Over the past year, however, the time that I’ve allowed for reading has dwindled. I think it’s that darn reality television obsession of mine, but things are about to change. Last week, I was invited to join a book club, and I’m really psyched about it. This will definitely help me keep one of my resolutions (now, if only someone would pay for me to have a personal trainer…), and it will add another item to my social calendar. A win-win, if you will.
Monday night, I ventured to Barnes & Noble to get the first book on our list, and it reminded me how much I miss reading. I remember living in Charleston and going to B&N for hours to select my next read, or to flip through travel guides to plan my trip to Italy (which I still haven’t taken, but I know exactly what I want to see when I do, thankyouverymuch). And, when I lived in Columbia, I walked to the public library from my apartment and checked out book after book, even learning how to put a “hold” on the next book I wanted (via their website) so that it would be ready for me when I arrived.
Sitting in the bookstore the other night left me wondering what has happened to my love of the written word? Why have I strayed? Is my life busier now, or am I just lazy? I think it could be a little of both.
This weekend, a friend of mine told me she had cut out some of her television time to make more time for reading. So, friends, I believe it’s time I follow her lead and say goodbye to some of my tv obsessions (um, not The Rachel Zoe Project, don’t get all crazy on me now) and say hello to new authors.
If there’s a book I must read, comment it, or email me: thetightropeblog@gmail.com.
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Krissee, thank you! I think about/miss you all the time!
i love the book 'an island to oneself' by tom neale. it's great for in the winter b/c it's about a guy who actually deserts himself on an atoll in the cook islands. it's true and really really good.
I like anything by Nicholas Sparks. Unoriginal, yes. But the man can write. I recommended reading those that HAVEN'T been made into a movie yet.
You MUST read The Help. I just finished listening on audio.
If you haven't already read Wally Lamb's She's Come Undone, I highly recommend it. Such a good story!