For as long as I can remember, I have loved to read. It’s one of the main character traits my family knows me for; I’ve always been the “smartypants” or the “bookworm” to them. According to my mom, I was about 3 or so when I started to learn how to read, which was just the beginning of my love of books.
As a kid, I had a sturdy bookshelf filled with books about the alphabet, colors, numbers… you name it. I was a member of the Minnie Mouse Book Club and got so, so excited whenever a new book arrived in the mail, with a “special note” from Minnie herself. I read all the books I owned over and over, memorizing the words and stories. I would constant borrow books from cousins and other family members. My grandma randomly bought an encyclopedia set on the cheap and decided, who better to bestow this to than her bookworm granddaughter? I loved it, of course. Whenever I got bored, I would pick a random letter and scan the book for something new or interesting to read about it. Yes, I was THAT kid.
I overidentified with Belle fromBeauty and the Beast and also envied the amazing library she had at her disposal (to this day, she remains my favorite Disney princess). With a dreamy, far-off look and her nose stuck in a book… when I was 7, I was fully convinced that song was also about me.
So, from the get go, I have always enjoyed reading and learning. Going to a book store was a special treat when I was little; my mom would resist buying me new toys, but could never deny me a couple of new books.
My consistent love of books stayed with me throughout the years and into high school, where my classmates in AP Literature never really understood why I enjoyed reading so much.
But then I went to college. It wasn’t that my love for books waned, it was just that I had convinced myself I had no time to read for fun. My days and nights were filled with friends, parties, countless cups of coffee and 10 to 15 page papers. I had no time to relax, and when I did, I just wanted to sleep. Reading fell by the wayside. The last time I took time to read some new books and really enjoy them was in 2006, when I was living in alone in San Francisco for an internship. I knew all of two people in that city, so I would spend my weekends browsing the aisles of Borders in Palo Alto, and then sitting in the front courtyard with iced coffee and my latest purchase.
But 2006 was a long time ago and lately, I’ve been trying to rediscover my love for reading. I could still make countless excuses as to why I haven’t picked up a new book in forever, but no more. I need books back in my life. So, I’ve decided to check out Amazon for a few used titles I’ve been interested in:
I have Sloane Crosley’s first book, I Was Told There’d Be Cake, and I honestly love it. It’s a series of essays she’s written about various stages of her life and I always go back and read my favorites. I really can’t wait to get my hands on this next one. She’s an excellent writer and I really admire her.
Carla has promised to hand over this book once she’s done with it and highly recommends it to anyone who’s interested. Tina Fey is smart and hilarious, so I have no doubts that this will be really good.
I have heard nothing but good things about this book and Lisa Krogan in passing, so it’s also on my must-read list. Basically, I usually love smart, snarky and intelligent female writers.
Aliza has bullied me into promising I would read The Hunger Games, so it’s also on my list.
That’s it for now! I’m really excited to get these books in the mail (and borrow Carla’s book too). I really hope that once I start reading, I won’t be able to stop. It’s been way too long since I lost myself in a good book.
If you have any recommendations, please send them my way. :)