All my books were packed two weeks ago.
This makes me a little bit crazy. I need to have something to read in my downtimes, whenever or wherever they happen. On my lunch hour at work, on the evening or weekend times that I’m not packing or cleaning. I need to read.
Last weekend we flew out to Saint John to inspect our new home. Or was it two weekends ago now? I forget, time has become something of an enigma to me. Anyway, we got bumped on our flight, as I mentioned I think in an earlier blog post, and I wound up buying “Losing it” by Cora Cormack.
I had already heard quite a bit about her book so I was excited to read it. And it delivered pretty much what I expected. A good, fun, fast read with some really well written hot scenes and some really funny moments. I had all of it finished by the time we were only half an hour in the air.
I also bought a book for the flight home at the Saint John airport. A complete diversion from my normal type of read, I bought Precious and Fragile things by Megan Hart. Much more complex, much longer and definitely not a steamy book in any sense of the word. However, I was riveted.
The story is of a mother of two young children who is, as most mothers with two very young children are, burnt out.
She fantasizes about being ‘taken away from all of this’ as most normal people do at some point or another, however fleetingly, and about getting seriously ill, hospitalization ill, just so that she can have the rest and someone taking care of her for a change.
And then, one day with her kids in the car, she is carjacked. She manages to get the kids out safely but is taken along for the ride and kidnapped, kept in seclusion away from her family for months. The thing she kept on fantasizing about becomes her reality.
The book is fascinating. Hart explores her characters with depth and purpose and the ending, while not neat and pretty, not only makes perfect sense, it also makes the reader feel sad for the outcomes of both our heroine AND her captor.
Needless to say, I highly enjoyed it.
This weekend, I bought two more books. Much to the chagrin of a spouse who knows there are already well over ten boxes of books for us to move. But, the new Sophie Kinsella was out, as is the new Dan Brown and I simply couldn’t resist.
I read Wedding Night, by Sophie in one night and one morning. I love her work. I can devour her books with the gusto I would use cutting into a piece of chocolate cake, and enjoy them just as much. It is not unusual to see me going back to my bookshelf and taking my favourites down again and again. In Wedding Night, we get to follow two sisters. One who has a habit of making monumentally HUGE mistakes following bad breakups (ie, she married someone she hadn’t seen in 15 years and barely remembered) and the other who runs around equally being bitter about her bad divorce and trying to fix her little sister, Lottie’s, mistakes.
Fliss, the big sister, spends all her time and resources trying like mad to keep Lottie from consummating her ill-thought out, shot-gun fast wedding to teen flame Ben. She sabotages their honeymoon in every way possible all the while convincing herself that she’s absolutely doing the right thing. Lottie on the other hand, spends most of the book suspended in deep and frustrating unrequited lust. It’s hilarious the extents that Fliss goes to to cock-block her sister and equally hilarious reading of Ben and Lottie’s attempts to just plain get it on. Fabulous read.
Now, I am about to embark on Dan Brown’s Inferno, which I hear is way better than his Lost Symbol; categorically not my favourite of his Robert Langdon books. I can’t wait, especially as he has taken us back to Italy once again (a country high up on my bucket list).
So there you have it. I’m still buying more books, that I’ll subsequently have to pack, and I don’t even care. Reading is probably the third love of my life. Ours is a bond that goes deep, people.
What are you reading?