What are you reading? January Books
Reading was my first love. Growing up, I spent hours holed up in my bedroom. I squeezed my tush into an old wooden rocking chair, planted my feet on the radiator and lost myself in books. On family vacations, the hours spent in the car passed quickly because I always had a book in hand.
When I’ve been writing non-stop (like November and December) I feel depleted. My brain gets tired and I feel like I can’t put together a coherent thought. When it’s all over, I just want to lose myself in mindless television… for a week or so. And then I start to get antsy. I want to be inspired. I want the words of other people to make me laugh and to make me think. I turn to books to fill me up – a grab-you-by-the-throat story that sucks me in or a brilliant turn of phrase that has me audibly saying “Huh!” is exactly what I need to fill up the well of writing inspiration.
January was a joyful reading month. I wrote just enough to squeak by on my writing commitments and I spent the remainder of my free time (usually an hour or two after my kids go to bed) reading. Here are the books I finished in January:
Looking for Alaska by John Green
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
Night Swim by Jessica Keener
The Illustrated Mum by Jacqueline Wilson (Don’t let the cover art fool you. This book is a tender and mature look at mental illness told from the point of view of a 10-year-old girl.)
Cracked by K.M. Walton
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (It’s was a John Green month for me!)
Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff by Christopher Moore
I’ve gotten some great suggestions from all of you in the comments for books to add to my February list. I’ve added The Family Fang by Kevin Wilson thanks to Lorna’s suggestion. Check her out at Gin and Lemonade. I’m also adding The Prague Cemetery by Umberto Eco thanks to LoveofWords52.