Everyone has that one thing that they are too ashamed to admit to. Even if you think that you live your life like an open book, there must be some things that are better left unsaid and unseen. Obviously the truth I am admitting to is one that is very close to my heart, and it is frustrating that it has come to this. The fact of the matter is… it is… I only managed to read 2 books in 2014.
Great books – Memoirs of a Geisha and Gone Girl – but just 2 measly books in 365 days is a sad, sad, revelation.
Typing that made it more real, and the enormity of the problem is baffling me. You see, I am a English Literature graduate, a former (have to use the word former now) book worm and I have shelves full of books that I have read over the years. Books are my thing. Reading is my hobby. Not anymore, apparently.
I’m not sure how many people out there can relate to this, but the collision of working in London and technology has made me less inclined to pick up a book and read. Either it’s that, or maybe I’m just not finding the right books as they don’t keep my attention for long – this needs to end now. Please note: People say I’m dramatic, but this sure calls for it as it’s certainly a sacrilege of the code of book readers.
I knew it was getting out of hand.
All the signs were there.
And this year it only got worse.
As they say, better late than never. I am openly admitting to my biggest confession of 2014. There is no excuse – I know – this is clearly unacceptable behavior! I feel like soon my title of book nerd is going to be revoked and I will fall into an abyss of shame as all book-lovers shun me from the sacred coven of Bookdom (Kingdom of Books)(Yeah I made that up, and it should be a thing).
2015 is the year to find my way back into the Bookdom, and that too, as dramatically as possible!
I’m calling out to you, all book-lovers, to help me make my return to find my passion for reading again. Can you please comment suggestions of great books, the ones you can’t put down, the ones which make you see a whole new world, the ones which make you see a different perspective, the ones that leave you questioning, the ones that you wish had a sequel, the ones that actually have a sequel and the ones which made you fall in love with reading again.
Any suggestions are welcome and all the support is much appreciated!