Reading Be Killin’ ItLet’s get super dorky right...


Reading Be Killin’ It Let’s get super dorky right now and talk about reading. I have loved reading forever, and I am so glad that I do. I don’t know what my life would be like if I couldn’t stand reading. When I was little, I read all the American Girl books a hundred times, and then I read all the Babysitter’s Club books a hundred more times. Did anyone ever get into Babysitter’s LIttle Sister? I tried so hard but I couldn’t get over what a tool Karen Brewer was. Whatever. The point is, I love reading and I’m going to fangirl about it for a second. I like that reading is one of a only a few activities you don’t really have to justify in any case. You can read because you’re bored, or waiting for something, or stressed out, or perfectly happy. There is honestly not a time where reading isn’t acceptable. I read newspapers when I’m eating. I’ll read shampoo bottles or the back of toothpaste tubes in the shower if I get bored waiting for my conditioner to (condition?). I’ll read obscure informational pamphlets in line at the DMV. I think reading is the answer to my practically incurable ADD. I get bored and fidgety in movies or watching TV and look for something else to do—paint my nails, fold some socks, whatever. But with reading, my mind is so consistently engaged I can’t do anything like that. If I’m reading a good book, I want to do absolutely nothing else until I’m finished with it. “In its silence, a book is a challenge: it can’t lull you with surging music or deafen you with screeching laugh tracks or fire gunshots in your living room; you have to listen to it in your head. A book won’t move your eyes for you the way images on a screen do. It won’t move your mind unless you give it your mind, or your heart unless you put your heart in it … To read a story well is to follow it, to act it, to feel it, to become it — everything short of writing it, in fact. Reading is not interactive with a set of rules or options, as games are; reading is actual collaboration with the writer’s mind. No wonder not everyone is up to it.” -Ursula K. Le Guin So now let’s play a little game called here are my favorite books from the past few months. The person who has read the most off this list wins an accordion and a place in my heart forever. Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn Whistling in the Dark by Lesley Kagen Bloodroot by Amy GreenThe Kitchen House by Kathleen GrissomThe Glass Castle by Jeanette WallsThe Red Tent by Anita Diamant Between, Georgia by Joshilyn Jackson The Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison AllenRoom by Emma Donoghue I also read (and loved!) The Help and The Hunger Games, but no one needs to recommend those, now do they? Want to recommend a book or tell me all the books I read are dumb? Leave a comment! Want to stalk my bookshelf? You can do it right here. I apologize for the time you will never get back. Want to look through a Tumblr with book-related pictures and quotes instead of reading a book? Read this one, it’s the fairy godmother of bookblrs.
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