I used to re-read favorite books all the time. I would run my fingers over my bookshelf and pull out a book that gripped me emotionally, made me laugh aloud or introduced me to a genre I have come to love. Sometimes the book impacts me differently, or loses its lackluster the second go round but that doesn’t mean I change my rating of the book.
Confessions only a book addict understands. I confess twelve things about my bookish life that I hope you as a fellow book addict can relate too. Check them out and let me know if I am simply crazy of it you are nodding your head in agreement.
Last year I was flabbergasted to realize the movie Home Alone was 25 years old. Where did the time go? Birthdays sneak up on me and I lose track of how old I am..but the wait between book releases is painfully slow. A blogger commented it seems like forever since the last Mercy Thompson book release but in reality it hasn’t even been a year..and yet time seems to slow down when we think in terms of books. It’s like the whole Space Time Continuum is torturing book lovers.
I thought it would be fun to share some of the things on my Christmas Wishlist, My Dear Santa list if you will. Enjoy! Grab a cup of hot cocoa and a few snickerdoodles. Enjoy!
I am a happy go luck person and not much gets my panties in a bunch. So I thought I would share a list of what “grinds my gears” Maybe you can relate but at the very least I hope you laugh….
If you asked last year for my opinion of audio books I would have said, “They aren’t for me, and I cannot concentrate. Maybe if I had a long commute to work but I do not listen. I prefer to read.” Honestly I thought to myself why would I listen for 15 hours when I could read the gosh darn book in 4 hours. I will explain why later in this post.
I was watching the movie International with my husband on a rainy, lazy Sunday afternoon. Our hero was interrogating a white collar criminal and told him, “You will never get away with this, people won’t believe your lies.” The man smirked and said, “The difference between life and fiction, is that fiction has to make sense.” This immediately made me ponder. Do we as readers demand more from our fictional stories then real life?