Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Wha To Read (aka: Summertime Blues)
I love reading. Love it. Which is why it's odd that I haven't been doing very much of it recently. Recently being - oh the last six months or so.
When I ask myself why, there is no good answer. I have been spending a lot of energy writing this past year and maybe that's where the book mojo has gone. But there is more to it than that. I find more and more that though I still buy new books that I absolutely MUST READ (The Bishop's Man; Devil's Brood; Nikoloski; New York) they sit unopened on my shelf because I am not quite prepared to crack open something new.
Am I getting conservative in my advancing age? Perish the thought!
I used to read everything and anything. In my mind I'm still up for it, but the reality is proving different. I'm half-hearted when it comes to new books, don't give them a chance and if they don't grab me in the first 50 pages, I read on with reluctance.
When I do sit down to read, I want to know it's a good book, and often end up re-reading favourites. This fascinates me because I often have a different perpective upon re-reading books. But it's not exactly open-minded, is it?
Making my reading list for the summer, I was consious that the only "new" book for me was Dan Brown's latest - and even that is at the bottom of the pile. I did just read Elizabeth Gilbert's Committed for my book club, which provoked some excellent discussion last night over fresh fruit and wine, but I'm left trying to figure out if it is me or if there is just nothing out there to inspire me right now.
What books inspire you? How do you pick them? Have you ever picked a book by its cover alone and loved it? (I have).
Dish the dirt, I want to know.