I am now 25 books into summer and have about 6 more to go before I run out of things I want to read. There are other books here, but I leave those for the “OMGIAMSOFUCKINGBOREDIHAVETOREADSOMETHING” moments. You know how that goes.
King Arthur has spoiled me rotten with books gleaned from one or two local thrift stores. Some are better than others with their pricing and their overall collections. One store had just about every Patricia Cornwell ever written. I only asked for the ones I hadn’t read. Another store had almost all the Alexander McCall Smith books in the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series, so I grabbed what they had (including one of his other series’ books) because I will read ANYTHING this man writes. Anything. Including his Twitter feed, with which he gives us a book 140 characters at a time. He is, quite possibly, THE most lyrical writer I’ve ever read. Walter Mosley follows in close second. Michael Connelly figures in there, too.
I’ve alternated between the worst humanity can do to its own kind to the kindest it can do. I’ve covered everything in between, too. At the heart of every book, though, there have to be characters I can relate to in some way. There also has to be something that challenges me, be it emotionally, mentally, or sheer determination.
One of my favorite finds, though, was a book called Rough Music, by Patrick Gale. He’s a British writer who paints a very human picture with depth and emotion like you wouldn’t believe. Rough Music is heartbreaking AND beautiful AND a bit hopeful. Maybe more than a bit. I couldn’t put it down. I fell asleep with it in my hands. I took it outside with me. I took it to the doc’s office. I took it everywhere but the shower. The only reason it didn’t go there was because I had no way to protect it from the water. One of these days I’ll come up with a ways read while I’m showering and sleeping. Pick up this book. It will make you laugh, cry, think, re-think, and then hug someone you love.
I’m thinking my next book better be light on my heart. Not sure what it’ll be, but I’m going to find it shortly. I’ll find it and commit to it.
There’s really not much else I can do at the moment. Reading is my escape. And movies. But mostly reading.
I’m in the middle of a very bad spell with my back. I don’t let King Arthur see me cry if I can help it. I don’t want him getting all up in arms about it. He’d go to battle for me and I can’t let him do that. I’ve just “fired” my doctor (after being accused of…what exactly, I’m not sure, but it was a bad scene and I didn’t feel as though he had my best interest in mind, nor did I feel a priority in any way, shape, or form what with appointments lasting over 3 hours every single time…only 5 minutes with him). I actually got rather pissed at the last appointment and raised my voice. I hobbled out to the car and got on the phone with the attorney’s office right away, asking for a new doctor. We have one, but we await approval from the insurance company. Everything else in my life is ON HOLD. My LIFE is on hold. All of it. Something better happen soon because I’ve fallen twice, almost fallen more than that, needed help just to even get out of bed, and have all sorts of other nasty symptoms of a worsening problem.
So I read. I read, read, read, read, read, and then read a little more. The only time I’m not reading is when I’m asleep, in the shower, or watching something special with my king. Or talking on the phone with my mom, dad, or kids.
I’m not addicted to much in life. Not much. Reading, however, is the best kind of addiction I could have. The best kind of addiction anyone could have! So for now, while I’m waiting for help with my pain and inability to move easily or much, I read.
Anyone have any books they think I should tackle? Anyone have any desire to send a few my way? For those who send books, they will receive Lemon Squares – I may be in pain, but I will make you a treat in exchange for YOUR treat to me. I’d trade you book-for-book, but they go to my mom first, sister second, and then my daughter. Once I have them back in my hands, you’re welcome to them.
Also: music is always welcome. I’m listening to almost anything these days. I still draw the line at Mariah, Celine, Beyonce, and the like. I’m open to just about everything else, though.
What’s your biggest problem this summer?