I love to read. Like really really love it.
I love it so much that I actually find myself getting angry when I have finished a book and don’t have something else already lined up to read. Is that bad?
I promised myself that I wouldn’t read anymore until I finished making my sister’s afghan, but then I ran out of yarn the other day and haven’t yet made my trek into the big city to get more.
So, right now I’m reading this wonderful book called Charms For The Easy Life by Kaye Gibbons. I think it was published around 1960. It is set in North Carolina and starts out in the early 1900’s and moves through 3 generations, centering around one woman, Charlie Kate, and her daughter, Sophia, and granddaughter, Margaret. The book is basically just the stories and struggles of their lives, but they are such interesting characters, that I am having a hard time putting it down. I’m anxious to finish it so I can try to read more of Kaye Gibbons’ novels.
And the main reason for this post, is that I was reading another blog this morning and it had a fun little thing to do with books. It said you were supposed to pick up the book closest to you and turn to page 55 and read the 5th line. So, closest to me is my book and also underneath is Katie’s atlas, which she received for her birthday last year. This is her favorite book. It goes everywhere she goes. She takes it to school so she can look at it when she has free time and she takes it to bed every night to look at after the lights are out. So, I’m going to do both books.
First mine: “We checked into the hotel after our walk on the beach and a flounder dinner at a place called the Sanitary Fish Market, a worrisome name for a restaurant.”
Now Katie’s: Page 55 in her atlas is Spain & Portugal – “The very southern tip of Spain almost touches Africa.”
🙂 Now wasn’t that fun? No? Okay, well it was for me!
This reminds me of when Ju and I went to Detroit last year to watch the Cowboys beat the Lions. We had finally gotten to our hotel and went out for a bite to eat. It was really cold and nasty out, so we decided to go back to the hotel and see if they had any playing cards at the front desk. They did not, but they did have this really great fire roaring in the fire place and a plethora of old books on the bookshelves. So, we invented a game. We each chose a book from the shelf and opened it to a random page and without looking, pointed our fingers to a sentence. We would then take turns reading each of our sentences and the one that was most interesting was the winner.
Yeah I know, we’re crazy. We really know how to get out there and kick up our heels!
But it was actually fun. Except for the fact that her sentences were always really great and mine would always be something like: “She walked to the kitchen and pulled out the black pot.” Blah.
Sooooo…if you’re ever in a hotel in Detroit on a cold winter’s night and don’t know what to do with yourself…well, now you know! You can thank me later.
Oh and if anyone wants to play the book game, feel free to leave it in the comments section or a link to your own blog where we can go and read it. You know, if you’re a big book geek like me and that actually sounds like fun to you.