M a child, there was a rule in our house that we each had to read one book a month - there would be times when I practically gobbled up about 3 books each month on an average. I never went on holiday without a book, using every spare second to get to the end of whichever book I was reading (yes, I was one of those people who waited outside bookstores at 8am to get the latest Harry Potter - I even played Hermione on a news segment when I was 11, but that's a story which we will keep under wraps), always had a book in my schoolbag and as I grew older, an ePub version on my iPod Touch. Sounds obsessive? I know, but I wish I still had that dedication and more than anything, that same level of attention span to read like I used to.
At the beginning of the year, I revisited my old Goodreads account and saw that people were setting goals for the number of books they wanted to read in 2020. Naturally, I jumped at the opportunity to add some accountability towards my reading habits, and I set a very realistic (read: over-enthusiastic) goal of 24 books for 2020. So far I am on my second book of the year and according to my Goodreads account, I am 6 books behind - cue gasp and panic.
I thought I'd take the plunge in February and spent all my birthday money towards this challenge and ordered 7 books in one go from amazon - don't try this at home. I've read one so far, and I'm on my second. I enjoyed them so much I decided that I'd write about them on the internet.
The Word Is Murder by Anthony Horowitz is a book I stumbled upon after I read the sequel first; let me explain. I'm a big, big fan of the crime genre and when I saw something called 'The Sentence is Death' and it was by Anthony Horowitz, in Waterstones, I knew I was going to enjoy the book for sure. The Word is Murder is the first part of the Daniel Hawthorne series and what I should have read first - it's your classic detective and writer duo (think Hastings and Poirot, Watson and Holmes, Castle and Beckett), only they don't fall in love at any point. It's about a woman who plans her funeral out of the blue and then dies that very same day. While the main story is of course about finding the killer, we also follow Horowitz and Hawthorne's rapport slowly building and crumbling on a loop. It starts of slightly slow but then picks up into a really good pace so stick with it.
Everything I Know About Love by Dolly Alderton - that's it, just go read it, I promise it's not a cheesy love story, it's the most refreshing perspective on the emotions that come with different formats of love. I've reread it this year already. JUST GO READ IT.
Currently Reading: Adults by Emma Jane Unsworth is like reciting my own thoughts but in someone else's book. The main character, Jenny, is a features writer at a feminist magazine, she is constantly paranoid about her likes on Instagram, concentrates more on the lives of women she loves on the internet, and has a teacher-pupil relationship with all authority figures in her surroundings. I'm obsessed with how relatable she is - whether she's debating how to politely ask a barista to not give her the day-old croissant, or if she's trying to decide how many hashtags is too many for said croissant on Instagram. (It's also titled 'Grown Ups' in some countries!)
It's been a slow few months reading wise,
but I'm hoping now that I've settled into a quaran-routine (geddit?), I can make more time to read at least one chapter a day and pick up the pace. Who knows, maybe I will get to a stage again where I'm inhaling 4 books a month and my bank account hates me for all my impulsive Amazon/Kindle purchases. What are you reading at the moment?