Any author worth their salt will tell you that it is equally important to read as much as possible as it is to write. Of course, since I fell in love with reading books long before I began to write them, this is a no-brainer for me. Occasionally I will get into reading spells where I devour several books over the course of a few days or even a week before I take a little break again and, as you know from my postings, I’ve been in that kind of a swing lately.
Last night. I wasn’t quite ready for sleep. Decided to pick up a book from my shelf that I hadn’t revisited in quite a while and tucked into Playing for Pizza by John Grisham. I know, it doesn’t sound like a Grisham title, does it? But, along with his many books on the law (most of which I have, some of which are on the all time favourites list) he has written a few books that have nothing to do with law and political intrigue. A Painted House, brilliant book of his, is one of those. Playing for Pizza is another.
I’m not a big football fan. Unless we’re talking *real* football and not American football (ARSENAL!!) but every so often I will totally appreciate a football movie or a book. Grisham’s book probably first moved me because of how much he talks about food in it. Helloooooo, they’re in Italy…. but I have to admit that I really fall in love with his obvious love for the game. It’s easy to get behind the players when he describes the way in which they interact with one another, the absolute loyalty and pure love of the sport. It doesn’t hurt either that he gets me laughing hysterically every time with his description of how one of the players ‘glutes’ would quiver up just before the snap at every lineup.
I used to think that I was a chick-lit girl all the way. After all, that’s largely what I write and was for most of my life, largely what I read. However, I’ve been getting into other authors, reading things I wouldn’t have normally looked twice at in my younger years and really loving it.
What are you reading these days?