I love a good book. In the winter, nothing beats curling up on the couch next to the fireplace with the dog in my lap and reading a really good book.In the summer, the drill is reading on the screened porch at night while listening to cicadas and frogs in the background with a glass of iced tea close at hand.
I enjoy reading just about anything except sci-fi, anything by Graham Greene and LITTLE WOMEN. I got roped into that one as a child and it is full of the most one dimensional characters ever imagined. Meg is always Meg and never does a non-Meg thing in her life. Jo is always Jo, etc. And Marmee – don’t even get me started!
As for Graham Greene, his stuff is just too dreary and depressing – I don’t care that he is considered one of the greatest writers of the 20th century, blah, blah, blah…. I don’t like his books.
A couple of years ago I joked that I was re-reading Anna Karenina in hopes of finding that maybe Anna and Vronsky wouldn’t be such annoying narcissists this time around. I was joking but really even though great books remain constant, I think that each time we read them we may be in a different place and may perceive the characters or the story in a different manner. So theoretically Anna could have been different, but sadly she was the same irritating twit as ever.
My next serious read is a re-read of some Jane Austen – her major novels are always great. I read them over and over again – usually two a year.
Meanwhile, my current obsession is the cases of Department Q – a Danish crime series written by Jussi Adler-Olsen. A bit gruesome at times, but really good stories for what they are. And as soon as those are finished it’s off to Emma!