I know this will come as a huge shock to y’all, but I’m a big reader.
I know, you probably just fell down in a heap, didn’t you?
At any rate, I’m a big reader. I love to read. No, actually, I need to read. I always need to have something to read. I need to have something to read with me, at all times, just in case. I can’t get on a train or an airplane or ride in a car for more than a few minutes without needing to pull out a magazine, or a newspaper, or a book–or to have all three to choose from, in an ideal world–to read. When I go on vacation, part of the pre-trip planning always includes coming up with a list of books to bring with me. I have to plan so that, if I get to my destination and some of the books I brought turn out to be lousy, I still have enough left to get me through the trip.
I read at the breakfast table. I read in the waiting room at the doctor’s office. I’ve even pulled out a book while sitting in the car in the carpool line at preschool.
If I get stuck somewhere without something to read, I start to get nervous. I’m not good at sitting still and just spacing out. I’d rather be reading.
I typically have several books going at once. Usually I have in my “currently reading” pile a couple of lightweight books that I can crack open right before bedtime, read a few pages, and then toss aside, along with a couple of more serious books. The more serious books might include literary fiction, or they might be nonfiction. It just depends.
For example, this past weekend, I finished up two books–one from each category. The first was Deadly Choices: How the Anti-Vaccine Movement Threatens Us All by Paul Offit, M.D. which I started after reading journalist Seth Mnookin’s book The Panic Virus, which also focuses on vaccination. The second book was Project Runway icon Tim Gunn’s newest book, Gunn’s Golden Rules: Life’s Little Lessons for Making It Work.
I guess I could give myself some extra credit by including the two books that I’m reading to my older son. Okay. I’m also reading Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Farmer Boy and Magic Treehouse #30: Haunted Castle on Hallow’s Eve by Mary Pope Osborne and Sal Murdocca.
But from time to time, I run into a problem. I finish reading the books that I had been reading and discover that I don’t have something new to start reading. I feel weirdly lost. Restless. Sometimes that’s when I revisit old favorites, which is always fun. But usually I start asking around, “Hey, what’ve you read lately? I’m looking for something new. No, please don’t suggest anything by Dan Brown.”
So I’ll ask you, the readers of this blog: What are you reading now? What have you read recently that you’d recommend? And no, I don’t want to read anything by Dan Brown.
A few other small conditions: I don’t want to read anything about the Apocalypse. Nor do I want to read anything about Justin Bieber. I don’t want to read any political screeds. I’ve read the whole The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo series by Stieg Larsson already.
So. Whaddya got?