My husband’s best friend’s first girlfriend introduced the love of books to me, when she recommended that I read a Sci-Fi fantasy series. I was hooked and fell in love! Oprah when she first started her book club always said that you give a book 50 pages. There have been books that I have purchased from my favourite author read the first 50 pages and put them down. But generally I know what genre of books I like so it is rare that I read one that I don’t like.
My book shelf was overflowing and I even had many boxes of books in the shed when I bought myself a kindle, from bonus cash cards received from my employer for a job well done. I love my kindle, I have 188 books on there and I have read about 70% of them. I still occasionally by paperback books but mostly they are on my kindle.
I started of reading Sci-Fi fantasy about the worlds of magic, dragons, dwarfs, elves and humans. Then moved onto magicians and time travel, I was heavily pregnant with the twins when a dear friend of mine lent me the Twilight saga. They were my saving grace, my escape from the pain and discomfort of Braxton –hicks and generally being pregnant with Twins. When Jordy was at child care I would be camped on the couch getting lost in those books.
That introduced me to the love of Young Adult Sci-fi, I still read adult sci-fi but my love is now YA. Most times I have 2 books on the go, one for the train and one for when before I go to sleep, which is usually some historical romance novel that I have purchased. I have always felt embarrassed about admitting to reading historical romance/romance, perhaps because it does have details sex scene that if filmed would be classed as porn. I just loved a well written story that makes me feel.
When 50-shades of grey came out and I didn’t understand what all the hype about that book was about because I have certainly read more graphic exploits over the years. I saw past all the sexual details to the real story which was what kept me reading the whole series.
In the past 2 years I have read “Self-help” books, and spiritual books. I have spoken about reading “The Secret” and “The Magic”. Yesterday afternoon I finished reading “Peace from broken pieces” by Iyanla Vanzant, I have another post about an insight that is forming in my mind.
My mother was and still is an avid reader but she was not allowed to teach me to read when I was a child due to her strong Hungarian accent. I know that I have inherited the love of books from her; it is a shame though that someone other than my mother first gave me a book and said “here try this”.
I am passing the passion onto my kids but this time I am breaking the cycle of neglect and sitting with Jordan (eventually Rylie and Lilly) to listen and be part of his journey with the written word.
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