2011 is not the year of a book-a-week, nor is it the year of more than a book-a-week (for those people who think that I’m trying to be sneaky!). I’m not really sure what 2011 is, but what I do know is that now that I’m not racing through a truckload of new books all the time, I can finally slow down and revisit some of my old favorites again. And again, and again, and again. Oh, and again. And yes, if you’re wondering, reading the same book (i.e. Charing Cross Road) every week for all of February falls into that category.
You see, I’m a creature of habit; I like routine, I like repetition, and I like to stick with the things that have been good to me in the past. Much like how we are drawn to certain comfort foods that seem to elicit a sense of warmth and safety, I have certain comfort books that do the same (without turning me into a complete glutton).
Looking forward to revisiting these old friends in 2011:
- Marley & Me, John Grogan
- Thank You For Smoking, Christopher Buckley
- Ender’s Game, Orson Scott Card
- The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
- Chocolat, Joanne Harris
- The Namesake, Jhumpa Lahiri
- The Art of Racing in the Rain, Garth Stein
- Tuesdays with Morrie, Mitch Albom
- Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
- Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
- A Prayer for Owen Meany, John Irving
- 84, Charing Cross Road, Helene Hanff (… AND AGAIN!)
And then having some chicken noodle soup too!
Sunday night. The Packers win the Super Bowl and Aaron Rodgers wins MVP. Cool, now what? Time to sneak in a quick read, that’s what. Spontaneous? Maybe. Reckless? You know it. But that’s the type of person I am. I grab life by the horns and go for it.
And Kite Runner, you were so worth my Sunday night. Puffy eyes the next day and all.
What can I say? Fortune favors the bold.
… I love this book!
- Books make me incredibly happy.
- Its ridiculous.
- I get so giddy, walking into a library or bookstore.
- Like a child in a Toys ’R Us
- I wear glasses (sometimes)
- I like to wear my hair in a bun.
- I like to tell people to shut up.
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats
Jenny Colgan, comic
Source: The Telegraph’s The healing power of Jane Austen