My husband and I were lying in bed reading the other night and I could feel him giving me a sideways glance.
“Is that another new one?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Why?”
He made a face at me.
“You read so much. It’s like… it’s like an OBSESSION.”
I can’t understand is why that’s supposed to be a bad thing, can you?!
I read much in the same way that I eat: quickly, and with great delight. But I’m much more choosy about my reading material than I used to be. Whereas I used to wander into a bookstore and choose whatever was included the 3 for 2 offer, now I only let myself buy things from a carefully curated wishlist. Life’s too short for bad books.
So far in 2018 I’ve read 28 books: 18 fiction and 10 non-fiction; 21 by women, 4 by men and 3 anthologies that were a mixture of both. Two of the books were slightly disappointing – not because they were bad, but because they weren’t what I was expecting – but the others have all been fabulous. I thought I would recommend some of my favourites here.
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