I. Love. To. Read.

Welcome to my book blog! I love books. I love talking about books. Why not blog about books? So here we are.

The following is a familiar conversation:

new acquaintance: What do you like to do for fun?
me: I like to read.
(awkward silence, generally followed by a "I never have time to read" or some such comment.)

Occasionally I will find a kindred spirit, we will embark on a discussion of favorite books, and a new friend will be found. But more often I'm made to feel a little ... well ... lame. Boring. But honestly? Who cares? I love to read. I LOVE TO READ. I. Love. To. Read. And there it is.

I have always loved to read - as a child I kept stacks of books in my room and devoured them frequently. I brought books to summer camp and even found time to read them. I got books for Christmas or my birthday and I LIKE IT. Once a good friend watched my small children while I ran to the library quickly - I was gone for 20 minutes and came back with a dozen books. One of my libraries had a 100 item limit, which I reached. Twice. And yes, I had help from my kids, because it turns out my love of books is genetic. I always have a book in my purse or in my car on the off chance I have a moment to read. I can read while I clean the kitchen, fold laundry, straighten up a room. (I haven't quite managed sweeping yet, though - very hard to do one handed.)

I love to read most fiction books - classics, mysteries, romances. I also love young adult books; they are often emotionally rich and gripping. I generally keep my books to a PG-13 or less rating, and young adult books are "safer" than the random adult book picked off the bookshelf. I have kept track of most of my books on goodreads.com, but find the rating system limiting, so on my blog I won't be using a number system.

So welcome to my book blog. Have I mentioned I love to read?