When I read a book, I devour it. I lack all self-control in pacing myself. When I get a good book, I can't put it down until it's done, and then I turn the storyline over in my head for days afterwards. I often dream about what I'm reading. Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I lay there recounting the plots to books I read years ago. All of these are reasons that, since going back to work, I have not really read anything for pleasure. Not to mention the fact that I've been knee-deep in reading materials for my classes. But one of my New Year's Resolutions was to read at least one non-school book a month, so I'm working on it.
Please note how sad it is that the English teacher has to make an active effort to read one book a month. But like I said, when I read, it consumes me. Meals, chores, grading, conversation, sleep--they all fall off my radar when I'm reading a good book. My dad and my stepmom have a "reading contest" ever year, and my stepmom won for 2008 with the total of 7 or 8 books a month times 12 months. This is my dream.
My bookshelf upstairs is already sagging with books that I have purchased (or have been given to me) and I am quite anxious to read, although some of them have sat there since we moved into this house 2 years ago, and some of those were on my "to read" shelf at our old house as well. That being said, I'm always on the lookout for more good reads. I am currently in the thralls of Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult, which is both so good and so disturbing that I can hardly tear myself away from it to get the girls up from their naps, write this blog, or change out of my pajamas.
Here's my question to all of you--and an excellent opportunity for you to de-lurk by leaving a suggestion. :) What is the best book you have ever read? Why did you like it so much? Why do you recommend it? Leave me a comment or drop me an email to amypfan at yahoo dot com.