Today’s question is:
Do you read? What are your favorite books?
Well, of course I read. I love to read. And I NEVER thought I’d say such a thing, but … thank goodness for the Kindle!
Although I’d prefer to hold a book in my hand, feel the heft, smell the paper, dogear every fifth page or so, finish, notate and pass it along to the next eager reader, my tired old eyes fight me tooth and nail. They (my eyes) seem to think it a rather cool trick to blur, double and otherwise skew the characters that make up the words on the page. Because of this, I hadn’t had the pleasure of being transported to other worlds of adventure and suspense for quite some time. Oh, how I had missed it. But my kids, as thoughtful as they are, gave me the gift of this wonderful electronic reader a couple of years ago at Christmas. I have to admit that at first I was a little wary and not at all sure I’d like using it. After a few “lessons” however, I was downloading titles, resizing fonts and zipping through the menus like a pro! I love it! It allows me to read and enjoy just about anything without even so much as a mild headache. I’m back in my alternate universe again! Thanks kids 🙂 Love you!
What kind of books? Well, generally I prefer a certain kind of mystery. A thriller of sorts, but not gory. Edge of your seat, intelligent, mind-bending, can’t put it down tale of high wire emotional terror and that ever special twist that you never saw coming. Those are the best. I also enjoy a supernatural thriller such as those by Dean Koontz, but it has to be monster-less. Monsters just ruin the plausibility of the whole thing, and if the story is improbable, I lose interest. The scariest reads, and I guess that’s what I’m looking for, have to be just on the edge of believability. A bit far over the edge is great, but jump head long in to the world of the two- headed cyclops with razor-tipped teeth that lives in the body of a kitty cat, and you’ve lost me. On the other hand, if you go just far enough, let’s say, the ghost of what “simply appears to be” a sweet young girl who scratches letters into a wall made of stone, or a kindly old hermit woman who lives down an old dirt road in a tar paper shack, or, even, or maybe especially, the super stealthy killer who calls the babysitter time and time again but you have no idea that he’s not only actually inside the house, but, as you eventually come to realize, upstairs with those precious sleeping babies! OMG! That One… .has stuck with me for my entire life! Terrifying.
Then there’s always the very reliably tantalizing James Patterson, “some” Stephen King reads (discarding super monster tales, of course), and appealing to my medical background, Robin Cook, who writes the most hair-raising medical mysteries you’ll ever come across.
Once in a great while I’ll get the urge for a good classic: To Kill a Mockingbird, Jane Eyre, Little Women and Gone With the Wind stick with me the most. Unfortunately, having been “too cool” to participate in the requisite high school literature class like I should have but wouldn’t have appreciated the way I do now, I don’t possess the background in classical literature that I’d like. I’m working on it.
Thanks for stopping by.
Come back tomorrow when we’ll discuss the three things I’d like to say to different people. Rather, I’ll discuss it, and you’ll decide if you really want to put yourself through all this again another day 😉
Peace,
Jo