I just finished Mercy by David Baldacci. I have never been disappointed with a book by Baldacci, and this book was no different!
Last night I started The Woman with a Blue Star by Pam Jennoff. It is the first book by this author I have read, and it will not be the last. It is fiction, about two girls in Germany during WWII. One is a Jew in hiding with her parents. The other lives with her stepmother, her father died while serving in the German army.
Next on my list is The Boys by Ron and Clint Howard. It is a memoir about their family and lives in Hollywood.
The only way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing. Walt Disney
Good advice Mr Disney. However, most of the time I have no one to talk to, so I read. So far this year I have read 22 books. Obviously, I don’t read heavy intellectual books. I just read fiction and some memoirs and biographies. The fiction is usually thriller, psychological drama, detective stories, some sci-fi/fantasy and historical fiction. I like gritty fast paced stories that are not too easy to figure out. I love books with surprise endings especially ones that make me wonder what?!
I have several projects on my to-do list. And I plan to do them. Every night I tell myself tomorrow I will do this or that project. When I wake up and tomorrow is now today, I begin. I read the paper, do my puzzles, have something to eat, shower and get dressed, talk to the cats, take a walk, check my email, read blogs and sometimes comment. Then there are those bothersome little housekeeping chores that have to be done…vacuuming, dusting, dishes, bathrooms, laundry. Of course, those things get done I’m not a slob!
It’s just the project stuff I have a problem with. Like the closets and drawers. No one sees inside the closets and drawers. Just me. Sometimes I think about the people who will come in to clear everything out when I die. What will they think? Then I get real. I will be dead! What do I care what they think!
Well, I have written this post and I have thought about which project to do. But first, I am going to begin reading a new book .
My father loved to read and he shared the love of books with me. Even before I learned to read I would go to the library with him. He went every couple of weeks to get his supply of books and while he searched for just the right books to get I would wander the aisles in the wonder of all the shelves of books impatient for the day when I could have a library card and be permitted to take books home.
When I was finally in the first grade the wonderful day came and I got my library card. I have not been without one since that day. Every couple of weeks I go to the library to wander and wonder and choose books just like Daddy did all those years ago.
The library here is renovating all the branches and now it is my libraries turn. My branch will be closed for about a year. Of course, there are other branches but not within walking distance so not as convenient. I will survive the year, though inconveniently. It is wonderful that the library will be updated with meeting and media rooms, and more computers. It will be light and fresh and new. It is exciting but it is also sad. Sad because there will be fewer books, actual printed paper books with covers that spark the imagination. Real books to leaf through and read a sentence here and there before checking it out at the front desk and carrying it home.
It is probably a good thing that I am as old as I am because I will not know the day when there are no real books. When libraries will be buildings with meeting and media rooms and computers. Nice, even beautiful buildings, but bare of shelves holding the world of books with written words waiting to be wandered through with wonder. Sad for me and sad for the readers of the future, too, who will only know e-books read on computers and tablets and phones. They will not know books that have weight and presence that can be leafed through back-and-forth, felt and held like a friend or lover.
“Books may well be the only true magic.” Alice Hoffman
I don’t think all books are magic but most of them are for me. I have loved reading since I was a child. We got a television when I was about five but there were a couple of years when I was in elementary school when we didn’t have one. So, it was reading for my entertainment and it is still my favorite way to escape.
I read mostly fiction. I get enough real life in real life. I do read faith-based books, fiction, and nonfiction, and occasionally a memoir or biography. But fiction is my favorite. When I was younger I liked romance novels but not so much anymore. Now I like mysteries and thrillers and some post-apocalyptic sci-fi. It’s okay if there is some romance thrown in and there usually is but I don’t care for it to be the main attraction of the story.
I don’t buy books these days. I am into a simplify and declutter phase of life and don’t need to own books. The library has more books than I could ever read. I never buy e-books I just download free ones. I prefer “real” books and only read the e-books when I haven’t gotten to the library. I never listen to audio books. I have tried but I always fall asleep. I have never fallen asleep reading! Now we have a small library here where I live. It’s been my pet project along with the fitness center. I spend a lot more time in the library than the fitness center! Once the fitness center was up and ready for use I sort of lost interest but I never lost interest in the library. 😉