This summer I did not read.
I stopped when I got sick with baby sickness in the late spring and then continued to not read all summer long. It’s the longest I’ve ever gone without reading a book, which is both strange and embarrassing. One of the worst things a writer can do is not read. It’s what I call the beginning of slipping. Once you stop reading, your writing will eventually come to a standstill and writer’s block will set in. At first you will make excuses like I’m just trying to focus on my own writing, but then you won’t be able to remember any verbs.
It’s only a matter of time.
Finally a few weeks ago, after months of frustration, I looked in the mirror, said YOU NEED TO DO THIS, and then grounded myself from the Internet and TV until I read a book.
It was surprisingly easy to start again, especially when I decided to jump back in with teen fiction (I finally finished Divergent). Then I took a few days to read Still Alice, a brilliant novel about a 50 year old’s dissent into early onset Alzheimer’s. If you haven’t read it, you really should. It is one of those books that is both fiercely smart and eerily visceral. An easy 5 stars and added to my Best Books list.
Next up is a book I’ve been waiting on for a few years. Margaret Atwood’s third and final installation to her speculative fiction series. Easily some of my favorite books. When Madd Addam arrived in the mail last week, all fresh and new smelling, I could barely keep my eyes off of it–but have sworn to read the first two again just to make sure I’m in the know.
After I’m finished those gems, my schedule is wide open. I’m looking for suggestions. Any genre will do.
What are you reading?