At the start of the year, I promised myself I’d read a book a week. Right up until I had children, the thought of only reading a single book in a week would have filled me with horror. It wasn’t unheard of to read three or four per week.
But then, life started to get in the way. The interwebz began to develop and grow and I was oh, such an enthusiastic voyeur into this amazing virtual world which was opening up before me. Windows 95 and AOL 2.0. Children appeared and began demanding my attention. I learned to nurse one handed so I could type or hold a book, but inevitably, a mouse was easier to manipulate single handedly than pages were to turn.
And suddenly, my youngest is four and I’ve fallen out of the habit of reading so much. Don’t get me wrong, I still read more than most of my peers. A lot of stuff gets read online (Google library, omg) but I began to yearn for the feel of paper and the smell of a new book.
To cut a long story short, I’m reading again. I’ve downloaded a bunch of books onto the iPad and have gone through a few shelves in my mini library and dug out all the ‘to-reads’ that migrated onto there and were forgotten about. So I have about a dozen books sat right here 🙂
First one devoured was Rivers of London (Rivers of London 1) by Ben Aaronovitch.
Absolutely loved it – the writing style, the POV, the way the protagonist introduces himself gradually (no mirror scene here!) – and the whole premise was brilliant. And he never quite does what you expect him to which is always good. The voice is fresh and amusing, and I admit to laughing out loud on more than one occasion.
So, next is the sequel, Moon Over Soho, which I’m hoping is going to live up to expectations.
And after that, this is my to read pile: