I swear, just like moths are attracted to candles, I am unnaturally attracted to books. I can’t walk into a library and leave without a novel or something, anything. It doesn’t help that the skate rink’s right next to the library, or that I’m walking distance of both fine establishments. *sighs*
So anyway, you know this picture I took last month of my book haul?
Yeah, this is the new and improved version of it.
It’s hopeless. I walk into a library for any random reason, waiting for a ride home, studying, accidentally triggering the apocalypse, and behold, there’s another cover begging me to pick it up. If books were cats, my room would have more mews than a pet shop.
But behold. New books to read!
A Wrinkle In Time was interesting, weird, slightly confusing, and made me miss Loki whenever it mentioned the word tesseract.
Neil Flambe was a pretty good mystery, but not exactly well done or to my taste.
Soar was an awesome small town first person POV narrative, and I appreciate baseball now more than ever.
Tuck Everlasting was the saddest thing I’ve read in forever, and I’m super sad Jesse and Winnie didn’t- oh never mind, just read the book. I’ll be the kid at the librarian’s desk sobbing. I have no clue why this book was banned at all. It’s… wow.
And the rest? Uhhhh.. I haven’t read them yet? I’m reading Because Of Winn-Dixie right now, and so far, like all the other books I’ve read this year, it’s really good.
The other three I picked up purely because of the cover. The Other Side of Summer’s cover was of a girl with a guitar, I had to get that one. And Wolf Hollow was so cool how could you not read it? I need a life.
Some days I wonder if adding my own story to the massive amount of stories already out there is worth it. There are literally thousands of them out there, and I can name 12 from the top of my head that are like the one I’m writing. Why do I even try?
I have no clue. But I do anyway. When I’m not reading, that is.
Y’all, drag me to counselling, because from the weird looks people give me when I’m walking down the street with a book in hand, it’s not normal. But I was never normal to begin with, not with my stories and all. But maybe that’s a good thing.
I’ll leave you to this carol now. Go and read a book sometime, why don’t you? 🙂