Friday, 27 April 2012
One of my joys in life is reading. When I was younger and had more time on my hands (aka... before I had children), I devoured books by the dozens a month. Now I am lucky to get through one in a year.
In order for a book to grab me it has to:
- be on a topic worth reading. My time is precious. I don't want to waste it reading something that is not going to impact me in some way.
- be entrancing. You know those books that grab you from the word go? The ones you can't put down and when you do have to put them down, you can't wait to pick them up again?
- be calming and easy to understand. I read for relaxation. Anything too heavy and I'm done, book closed and off to do something more worth my time.
- be recommended to me by someone. I love reading books that have been tried and test and ring true.
There is nothing worse than picking a book off the shelf that sounds intersting, get it home and regret having paid the money for it.
This all said, I have started a page with my carefully chosen and deemed worthy reads.