Quote for the day
People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
~ Logan Pearsall Smith, (1865 - 1946), "Myself", Afterthoughts (1931)
I have spent a fair amount of time reading again recently, which has felt great. The past several years, my routine has been to gorge myself on books over the end-of-year holidays, and then not read much the rest of the year. But the result of that has been that I only end up reading around 15 books a year.
I have decided to return to my old habit of reading at least a chapter every evening instead of watching movies, and it has been paying off.
I have read the following books in the past two weeks:
Bridget Jones's Diary and Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason: I will confess to this being my first chicklit read, and I will confess to only purchasing it recently because *gulp* it was cheap at the super market. But, I will happily confess to thoroughly enjoying both books, and some bits even had me rolling with laughter.
Thud!: A Discworld Novel: You can never go wrong with a Pratchett, and Thud is no exception. After not reading a Pratchett for a while, it was nice to return to this familiar world, and to remember just why I love his writing so much.
Making Money: Like I said, you can’t go wrong with Pratchett. I did enjoy Making Money a bit more than Thud!, but I am also not sure if this is because I had more uninterrupted reading time while reading it.
Stardust: I bought this book shortly before I watched the movie, and even started reading it shortly after watching the movie, but, somehow, it didn’t quite grab me as much as the other Gaimans had done. And then, the other day, I sat down and restarted it, and, suddenly it sucked me in and before I knew it, I had finished reading it. Gaiman is a fantastic story teller, and Stardust shows this again clearly. Well worth the read.
I have a couple of books left on my bedside table that I still need to read before I can even think about buying new books. I suspect next on my list will be The Extraordinary and Unusual Adventures of Horatio Lyle.
Now, if I can only return to the writing again.