I love to read, to get lost in the words, wondering what will come with each turn of a page. It’s something my father instilled in me at a young age. [Honestly, one summer he paid me for every book I read. Needless to say I read a lot that summer and in the process of making money, I also learned to love reading. Smart man I say!]
Unfortunately, the past few years I have found that I hardly did any reading AND I’m part of a book club. It’s sad really, despicable even. However, right at the end of 2016, thanks in part to the birth of our third daughter, one sleepless, breastfeeding evening I got tired of scrolling on my phone. I looked over at my ever growing, long neglected “to read” stack of books, dusted off one that had been sitting there longer then I care to admit, and cracked it open.
You can imagine what happened next; actually you can’t because I was a blibbering, blubbering mess of tears within the first two chapters. After that though I was hooked. The new year came, I turned the last page of the book and realized how much I had missed reading.
I didn’t make any New Year resolutions, however if I did, it would be to read more this year and every year that follows. That’s what I want to do, make a point to spend more time in the pages of a good book. To help me (I don’t know how it will really but I just want to do it), I decided to create a page on my neglected blog to list all the books I read this year. Hence here we are on said page with its ever clever title, “Books of 2018”. I hope to look back at the end of the year, heart content having reengaged with something I truly love doing.
Here’s to another year full of words!!!