In the past few weeks I have devoured one book after another. I started with Wally Lamb’s We Are Water, a birthday gift from a friend that sadly sat at the end of my nightstand for months until I became so hooked, I couldn’t put it down. I then moved on to The Fault in Our Stars after seeing the trailer (and at the urgent request of several friends who wanted someone to discuss it with). I finally convinced my mom to read it and I think the two of us will soon have a date at the movies with a box of tissues.
The Lovely Bones became my next obsession, and it’s a book I was happy to finally strike off of my “must-read” list. And just last week, I finished Gillian Flynn’s Sharp Objects, a book I quickly page-turned in a few short days. It was sinister and unexpected and I can’t wait to move on to Dark Places, another Flynn novel, next.
Truth be told, I’m not much of a reader. Or at least, I haven’t always been. It seems to take me much longer to finish a book than I’d like to admit and this latest reading streak is a rarity.
I am, however, always inspired to do more creative writing when I read the words of an established author and I love the sense of accomplishment that comes from finishing and thoroughly enjoying a work of fiction. If you have any good summer reading picks, please add them in the comments below (and you can also friend me on Goodreads)!
Today marks a year since Bryan and I moved in together. Crazy, right? A year ago on this day we were experiencing a deluge of epic and obnoxious proportions, the “moving company” I hired had bailed (the lesson here, folks, is that you pay for what you get), and it took us at least three hours longer to move out of my third-floor walk-up in Hoboken than we had anticipated. I wrote about some of the lessons I have learned in a year of cohabitation here (important things, like how not to kill each other during an argument).
Hope you are all having a great week and enjoying the summer!