I have been an avid reader all of my life, which I do think has helped shape my writing style. My parents have told me that I was reading by the age of two or two and a half, and, well, ever since then I have been reading voraciously. Perhaps too voraciously, my husband might say (or my parents may have said), since I have often neglected duties if I am caught up in a good book. Recently, I have been finding a lot of good books – but then again, since when have I not? *wry grin*
A few posts back I mentioned my goal of moving all of the books that were on the floor of our bedroom to a bookshelf that had been recently cleared. Well, that got done in a day, and while I have yet to organize it… it does look very nice. I don’t have a digital camera, or I would take a picture of it (mine died a rather dramatic death about a year ago now, maybe closer to two). But that is only a fraction of the books I own, and goodness, good luck if you turn me loose in a library or a used bookstore!! I am not picky in the least – the only books I truly avoid are Harlequin romance and Westerns. But aside from that… I’m willing to try anything. Mostly fiction, though, since I’ve had too many college and grad school courses in real world stuff. I much prefer being able to escape to a fantasy world rather than being subjected to reading about dates and names I feel I must memorize in order to be a knowledgeable member of society. *chuckle*
My one guilty pleasure, though, are memoirs. I can read any type of memoir, although I do tend to lean towards ones in the field of psychology. I am currently reading a book called Tweak by Nic Sheff (all links lead to Goodreads) about living as a drug addict. My mother would categorize it as a “tough book” due to the content, and I would agree with her… but I love it nevertheless. With the field I am going into (social work) I need to know the rough sides of life, because I will doubtless be dealing with people from all walks of life… and what good can I do if my ideas of how other people live are all rosy? I know that life is difficult, and reading memoirs is one way – I suppose – of reminding me of that, and also of how very lucky I am to be as high functioning as I am, given the problems I face on a daily basis.
But to balance out Tweak, I am also reading I Shall Wear Midnight, by Terry Pratchett. If there is anything that is more differently written from Tweak than I Shall Wear Midnight, I can’t name it. I love Terry Pratchett, and recently I have purchased several more of his books for those times when I need a pick-me-up. When I was younger, I tried reading a Pratchett book, but I failed. I wasn’t old enough then, I suppose, to understand his dry humor and tongue-in-cheek writing. However, now, they are delightful. I’m also reading Sing You Home by Jodi Picoult, which is in between Pratchett and Sheff in levels of seriousness. It’s actually shown me a different way of looking at the hot topic of gay marriage, which I appreciate… in my family, such things were not spoken of while I was growing up, and even now, with both of us kids out of the house and grown up, discussions of hot topics such as that are not comfortable for my parents to discuss – at least, with me. But I digress. Picoult is one of my favorite authors; mostly – and I just pinpointed this – because her books deal with hot topics in society, and as a social worker to be, I appreciate all of the different viewpoints I can get on hot topics (other topics she has dealt with in her novels have been suicide, rape, adultery, and euthanasia, etc.).
Anyway, those are a few of the books that I have read. If you wish to read my reviews on Goodreads, feel free to check out my Goodreads profile – and if you wish, feel free to add me as a friend. I am always looking for more people with whom I can be excited about books!! And now, since it is past midnight my time, I must do something that will allow for me to get sleepy, rather than getting all interested in exploring more of my (too big) book collection. (Wait, is there such a thing as a book collection being “too big”? …Good, I didn’t think so.)