I've actually had lots of stuff I've wanted to write about lately. What I haven't had is lots of time. And what little left over time I do have these days has gone to my new hobby. Or should I say my newly rediscovered hobby: Reading.
Once upon a time I enjoyed reading and read quite a bit. Especially throughout my young adult years. I wouldn't say I'm anything of a literary snob, mostly I enjoyed fiction and a good story. Things that were easy to read, and entertaining. Nevertheless, I read, and I often read a lot. But not so much since having kids. Aside from pregnancy, baby and parenting books, I think I've only read maybe one other book since becoming a mom. Shameful!
I hadn't really cared though that I never read anymore. That is until all my friends starting discussing all the books they were reading and I had nothing to say during the conversation. So I figured I better get reading again.
In the past month I've read 4 books and am a good way into the 5th. I started off with the Hunger Games Trilogy, which I knew I would like. It was an easy read and a fast paced story, two things that I really like. So it took me exactly 3 weeks to read all three books. Of course I loved them. Not exactly what one might consider great literature, but definitely a gripping saga.
My friend H reads a lot so while she didn't think much of the Hunger Games, she did recommend a book for me based on the fact that I like that sort of science fiction stuff. The next book I read was Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood. Definitely better literature than the Hunger Games (which I still liked better by the way), and a great read as well. It had that similar disturbing post-apocalyptic feel with much better writing. I finished that book in only a week as well.
Now I'm onto the Kitchen House, by Kathleen Grissom which has come highly recommended by all of my friends. I've heard it's sad, which I'm not too keen on. But so far it's really good. I'm not sure exactly what to think of it. I'm really into the story so far, but I don't know if it's my type of book. I have a feeling it will be disturbing to me in other ways. My friend C has described many of the books H recommends as intense, and I can see how this one would be considered that. I have a feeling it will only take a week to finish this one off as well.
We're trying to establish a book club amongst the 5 of us, but so far have yet to all read the same book to discuss. Once I finish the Kitchen House we'll all have read that one, and once S finishes the Hunger Games we'll all have read those as well, and then we'll have stuff to talk about. After that point we've decided we have to get more organized and pick one book a month we can all read.
While initially I only started reading again to be included back in the conversation, I'm now happy that I have for my own sake. I had totally forgotten what it's like to be so engrossed in a book that I'll sneak in any time I can to read it. Which means that blogging gets pushed aside. Oh well, it can wait!