“Read a book Baby, it’ll make you feel better”
No truer a statement could have ever been said to me. I use books as my escape and my refuge, books take me to a safe and happy place.
When I was younger, you couldn’t pull me away from books. I would zoom through them in a matter of hours and feel so accomplished afterwards. Today I can barely read through a couple of pages without being distracted, but I still get that same feeling of accomplishment.
My favourite books when I was kid were the obvious: Harry Potter (I am a proud Hufflepuff, I dare you to get in my way), the Artemis Fowl series, and Eragon, but my all time favourite was My Sister Sif. Ruth Park’s novel married the two things at the time that I loved the most: marine life and fantasy. Park’s novel was also the first to ever make me cry from the words on a page. I remember vividly sitting in my bed, with covers pulled up and slamming the book shut. Letting all the emotions toss over me as I sobbed into my pillow about the injustice of it all. It was a scene I have always remembered and never let go of.
As I’m getting older, my tastes have shifted slightly. I still love fantasy, but dystopian or crime novels novels seem to attract me from every corner. Nomad by James Swallow has captivated me the last few weeks. The mix of English Spy tangled up with MI6 is enough to excite my secret wish to be a spy. (*ahem* MI6 if you’re reading this, I am the perfect candidate). More science-y books like the Mind of God or A is for Arsenic satisfy that part of my mind that is always curious and nit-picking at the world around me.
I feel though this can’t be a blog post or blog about blooming in your twenties without mentioning some form of self-help book. I’ll be honest, I haven’t read many, the sparse few I have read I’ve just given away because I honestly don’t like being told what to do. Most that I picked up seem to think there is something inherently wrong with me and that I’m the one that needs to change to fit in better. As if. One I have stuck with and are verging to the point of actually enjoying is You Do You by Sarah Night. It’s not exactly a unique perspective on self-help and getting what you want, but I do like they way she writes and engages with me as the reader.
Books are personal, and they’re not for everyone but my life would be so much more different if I didn’t have books. I’m curious to know, what are the books that you held close when you were a kid, and which are the ones now that excite you?