I am, and always have been, an avid reader. When we folks at senioritis used to pile into the minivan for road trips with the family, I usually brought a pile of books so that I didn't get bored during the drive. These days I don't travel in cars often (not to mention reading in a car would make me extremely nauseous now), but I still manage to tackle a good book every chance I get.
I was on a classics kick these past few months, finishing Jane Austen's "Emma" before diving into my latest read, "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court," by Mark Twain. Last week I decided to make the switch over to nonfiction, as I began Azar Nafisi's "Reading Lolita in Tehran," which so far is nothing short of fantastic.
The trouble with living about ten feet away from a Borders (and being a Rewards member) is that it's always "on the way home," and there are always terrific sales. The 3-for-2 gets me every time, so it's no mystery why my bookcase is overflowing with books I've purchased over the past few years and never even looked at. I do think, however, that books are a fabulous form of decoration, and my dream is to one day have a room in my house that's totally decked out in books. Of course, oak paneling and thick leather chairs also show up in my vision of this oasis of literature; but no need to get too far ahead of myself. For now, my overstuffed classic IKEA bookcase will do.
I go through stages in my reading. One month I'm determined to read every Jane Austen I can get my hands on, and the next month I'm devouring the "Twilight" series (yes, I admit it- they totally suck you in). I never know what the next month will bring, but with the number of books I have tucked away, I know I can manage to find a few that fit in with just about any theme. So wish me luck as I set off to run my Sunday errands (and pass by the neighborhood Borders); here's hoping that I can make it past the storefront without being lured in.
Happy (Easter) Sunday!