In January, I made a goal to read fifty books in 2017.
Well, it’s the end of June and with twenty-five books completed, I’m on track with my goal. I’m exploring all kinds of genres and topics, both fiction and non-fiction. My reading is all over the place, and I’ve made some really amazing discoveries.
Several months ago I reviewed a couple books that I loved so much I couldn’t wait until the end of the year to talk about them. You can read what I have to say about The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien and Most Dangerous by Steve Sheinkin in the reviews I wrote earlier this year. I read them back in February and they brought new perspective when remembering the role my Uncle Lonney played in my own family history. These two books continue to be among my favorite reads of 2016.
I always hesitate to write reviews. When I find books that I love, I feel like I can never say enough to really encompass the many things that make them great. Writing is complex and incredibly difficult and even with the books that I don’t enjoy all that much, I usually put the book down thinking that, even if not my favorite, the author still did better than I could have done myself.
As 2016 comes to a close, I want to share some of the best reading discoveries I’ve made during the year. My next post will talk about a few of my favorite books. In this post, I wanted to take a minute to also talk about some of my favorite blogs.
Last week I posted a review of Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried. Because O’Briens’ book haunted me so much, I felt the need to pick up others also dealing with the same topic—the Vietnam war. One of my favorite non-fiction authors is Steve Sheinkin, and his most recent book, Most Dangerous: Daniel Ellsberg and the Secret History of the Vietnam War gives the non-fiction and political side of the Vietnam war that The Things They Carried did not, making it an excellent companion to O’Brien’s book. Together, the two books provide well-rounded insight into the politics and experience of the time period—both in Vietnam and at home in the United States.
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I read Kindle books almost exclusively these days. It’s not that I prefer e-books. Actually, I would much rather have a paper book in my hand—feel the breadth of pages thin on the right as I spend more time pouring over the words. I’d rather read with a pencil in my hand to underline and write in the margins. (Yes, as sacrilegious as some might think it, I underline and write notes in my paper books.) But since most of the reading I do these days is on the go or in the dark (laying down with my kids while they fall asleep), reading Kindle books is the means by which I can continue reading at this busy stage in my life.
Most of the books I read, even those I enjoy, I finish and then forgot as I become engrossed in the another book. The next story immerses me in a different world, and the characters of the previous one become a blur, the plot points jumbled until the scenes no longer fit into a neat storyline. As much as I enjoy a book the first time around, I don’t usually feel a need to pick it up again. Reading most stories a second time wouldn’t mimic the same initial joy; it’s not worthwhile to bother with it again.
Every so often, though, there is book that hits me. It haunts me. And I can’t get it out of my head. Every once in a while, I find a book that is special enough that I need to also get the paper copy because I know I will read it again and again until the pages are frayed and the text is a mess of underlining and pencil notes in the white spaces. Tim O’Brien’s book The Things They Carried is one of those.
I remember back in my pre-mommyhood days, I would spend an entire Saturday curled up on the couch reading a book. Those days are gone. At this stage in my life, the reading I do is usually done in small segments on the kindle app on my phone—twenty minutes while I wait at the doctor’s office or thirty minutes while I wait for my daughter to finish her ballet lesson.
Even so, there are thirty-five books that I’ve read in 2015, and I picked a favorite in each of four (very broad) categories. These are not books that were published in 2015. I’m simply picking my favorites of the books I happened to pick up this year.
Anyone who knows me, also knows that I love written words. I’m not very adept at spoken language. I fumble through social interactions at a party with strangers and don’t particularly enjoy (or excel in) small talk.
But ask me what I’m reading, and, whoa, you’ll probably wish you hadn’t mentioned the b-word—I’ll latch on to you like a leech and explain the plot and writing characteristics of the last three books I’ve read.
It’s what I do for fun.