My name is Laura and I think I might like books more than people
Did you ever have one of those days where all you feel like doing is climbing into bed with a book and just shutting out the world ? well I've had one of those days, in fact I have had many of those days. That statement could go so far as to
Sum up most of my life.
Books have made me laugh , learn and want to go on reading forever. They have also bored me, annoyed me and disappointed me but they have never hurt me and people have. now I'm
Not saying all people fall into this category and there are not times where I do want to engage with the world but there are also times when I don't and I can hear the gentle hum of the book in my bag( and I always have at least one on me at all
Times) saying 'read me, read me'
I have read books that are technically well written but that fail to grip me and I find myself so unenthralled that I will find offer things to do that take me away from reading and when I complete these sort of books I end up treating it like a homework assignment. Read one chapter and the you can have a lovely break and the only real benefit Is the feeling of accomplishment you have at finishing said book. When it arises in conversation you can say oh yes I've read that. Pat on the back there for Laura. Lately I found myself reluctant to muster on with these types of books because after all who cares how good a book is supposed to be if I'm
Not enjoying it and here I am with limited hours in my day, in a book shop positively
Teeming with books that are insisting they come home with me ( in a silent sort of way- I'm not crazy) and in that mindset it seems insane to persevere with anything that doesn't grab me or entertain me or better me.
I have read books that have bored me , yes chick lit I am talking to you. Books so utterly predictable they are borderline insulting to my intelligence. Four pages in I have already mapped out the ending and have often continued Just to see if I'm correct. The level of annoyance I feel while reading this type of book usually out weighs its benefits as a distraction. It's easy to see that so many of these books are grown up fairy tales that promise you that everything turns out fine and the girl always ends up with the perfect guy. Reality has shown me time And time again that's not the case so I refuse to settle for some half skewed effort at romance especially when I've read so many it's as though they have all been given the one template. Welcome to the writing club, here's your copy of chick lit for dummies, just fill in the blanks to write your first book and possibly your second and third. Admittedly this is not exclusively chick lit writers who fallen into this trap.
I have suspected for quite some time that James Patterson no longer has input into his books. He used to be a reasonably good crime writer, I know as I've read most of the Alex Cross series but in the last few years he's been churning out 4-5 books a year which is a little insane. Thy are all co-written and I'm almost certain the bit he writes is his name on the coved and then sits back and waits for the cash to roll in. He's probably too busy rolling around naked in piles of hundred dollar bills to ponder his integrity.
Then finally there's the books I've read that you sink into. Ones where you realize someone has been talking for five minutes and you hadn't even noticed they had entered the room. I've read a lot of books I've had to be dragged away from, that I'm enjoying so much that il sneakily read a page at a friends house if they do so much as leave the room for two
minutes. Naturally those are my favourite sort of books and In a way it is for the best that not everything I read belongs to this pile or I'd find myself cancelling coffee and missing work and burrowing myself further and further into a world where there is only me and books and many many possibilities of escape.
When I am reading a book that truly draws me I feel as though everything else in my life is a distraction that pulls me away from it. Wishing I could Cook and clean and pack while simultaneously reading
Wishing I could sleep less and work less and just delve right into a book wherever it takes me and emerge hours later blearily eyed wondering where I am, still
Smiling until I remember my life is not all that amazing, it's just that I've read a really good book.
Right now I'm reading a young adult novel that promised to be something more than it is but I'm still enjoying it and then I will be reading another psychology type one from the author of anti dote. Once I've finished those I will allow myself to start on the new Sophie Hannah one I took home today ( cue excited squeak) which I'd really like to read now. I mean right now instead of doing all the other boring things I have to do tonight but I'm holding out because I've been waiting so long for her to write another and once that's done In back to waiting.
She writes these psychological thrillers that really draw you in and it's strange in a way because all of her books follow a similar formula but you still
Can't predict how things will turn out but at this stage I've read so many of them that all I need to know is that she's written it. I didn't even read the blurb until
I got it home.
Right enough blogging .... I've got reading to do
Sum up most of my life.
Books have made me laugh , learn and want to go on reading forever. They have also bored me, annoyed me and disappointed me but they have never hurt me and people have. now I'm
Not saying all people fall into this category and there are not times where I do want to engage with the world but there are also times when I don't and I can hear the gentle hum of the book in my bag( and I always have at least one on me at all
Times) saying 'read me, read me'
I have read books that are technically well written but that fail to grip me and I find myself so unenthralled that I will find offer things to do that take me away from reading and when I complete these sort of books I end up treating it like a homework assignment. Read one chapter and the you can have a lovely break and the only real benefit Is the feeling of accomplishment you have at finishing said book. When it arises in conversation you can say oh yes I've read that. Pat on the back there for Laura. Lately I found myself reluctant to muster on with these types of books because after all who cares how good a book is supposed to be if I'm
Not enjoying it and here I am with limited hours in my day, in a book shop positively
Teeming with books that are insisting they come home with me ( in a silent sort of way- I'm not crazy) and in that mindset it seems insane to persevere with anything that doesn't grab me or entertain me or better me.
I have read books that have bored me , yes chick lit I am talking to you. Books so utterly predictable they are borderline insulting to my intelligence. Four pages in I have already mapped out the ending and have often continued Just to see if I'm correct. The level of annoyance I feel while reading this type of book usually out weighs its benefits as a distraction. It's easy to see that so many of these books are grown up fairy tales that promise you that everything turns out fine and the girl always ends up with the perfect guy. Reality has shown me time And time again that's not the case so I refuse to settle for some half skewed effort at romance especially when I've read so many it's as though they have all been given the one template. Welcome to the writing club, here's your copy of chick lit for dummies, just fill in the blanks to write your first book and possibly your second and third. Admittedly this is not exclusively chick lit writers who fallen into this trap.
I have suspected for quite some time that James Patterson no longer has input into his books. He used to be a reasonably good crime writer, I know as I've read most of the Alex Cross series but in the last few years he's been churning out 4-5 books a year which is a little insane. Thy are all co-written and I'm almost certain the bit he writes is his name on the coved and then sits back and waits for the cash to roll in. He's probably too busy rolling around naked in piles of hundred dollar bills to ponder his integrity.
Then finally there's the books I've read that you sink into. Ones where you realize someone has been talking for five minutes and you hadn't even noticed they had entered the room. I've read a lot of books I've had to be dragged away from, that I'm enjoying so much that il sneakily read a page at a friends house if they do so much as leave the room for two
minutes. Naturally those are my favourite sort of books and In a way it is for the best that not everything I read belongs to this pile or I'd find myself cancelling coffee and missing work and burrowing myself further and further into a world where there is only me and books and many many possibilities of escape.
When I am reading a book that truly draws me I feel as though everything else in my life is a distraction that pulls me away from it. Wishing I could Cook and clean and pack while simultaneously reading
Wishing I could sleep less and work less and just delve right into a book wherever it takes me and emerge hours later blearily eyed wondering where I am, still
Smiling until I remember my life is not all that amazing, it's just that I've read a really good book.
Right now I'm reading a young adult novel that promised to be something more than it is but I'm still enjoying it and then I will be reading another psychology type one from the author of anti dote. Once I've finished those I will allow myself to start on the new Sophie Hannah one I took home today ( cue excited squeak) which I'd really like to read now. I mean right now instead of doing all the other boring things I have to do tonight but I'm holding out because I've been waiting so long for her to write another and once that's done In back to waiting.
She writes these psychological thrillers that really draw you in and it's strange in a way because all of her books follow a similar formula but you still
Can't predict how things will turn out but at this stage I've read so many of them that all I need to know is that she's written it. I didn't even read the blurb until
I got it home.
Right enough blogging .... I've got reading to do
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