- Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams
- Ten Years in the Tub by Nick Hornby*
- Stormy Weather by Paulette Jiles
- Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann
- The Stand by Stephen King, uncut ebook
- Ski Weekend by R.L. Stine
- Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brosh
- Fire Game by R.L. Stine
When I was in sixth grade I started writing a story about vampires. I had the great little notebook that was covered in jean with butt pockets and everything. I hated the bus so I balanced the notebook on my lap, took out my purple R.S.V.P. pen, and started writing. I packed it with excitement and vocabulary words. I went home and read the first chapter to my mother. She was super impressed. Honestly, I still think that those five pages, front and back, were my best work ever. And do you know what started it? Fear Street. That was the year that I was completely enthralled with the books. I would beg Mom to take my to the used bookstore so I could find more of the series. It was a moment of innocence. That summer I found the adult horror section and I changed forever.
I find it funny how people assign value to books. A mentor of mine once pointed out that Fear Street books shouldn’t count toward my challenge. I balked because she reads so many bodice rippers. Once in a while I think that I should go back to my horror roots in my writing. I mean, it’s worked before. Anything that makes a kid pick up a pen and write a story just for the fun of it is totally worthy.
And so, that was my reading life this week. I bit my nails and yelled at the protagonists and downed page after page, making fun of outdated clothing and details. I enjoyed the shit out of it.
You guys know that today I am starting my DEART (Drop Everything and Read Twain) project. I haven’t started yet. The book is sitting patiently beside me, waiting to be picked up. I’m nervous. What if I don’t like it and have set myself up for failure? What if Twain is too smart for me? Do I really want to dedicate my next year to one author?
Then there’s The Stand. I read the originally published version a couple of years ago and loved it. This Ebola scare has me just itching for some Captain Trips goodness. But rereading a book is a lot different than rereading a HUGE book. I don’t know that I can justify the time.
Hubby is busy with Magic online right now. I should plow through some stuff pretty quickly. Or fail horribly.
*Holy. Shit. I forgot to mention the Hornby!! Okay, so Hornby writes this column about books bought compared to books read and the general workings of a reading life. Ten Years in the Tub is the collection of years of this column, some previously collected and released and some new. I love it. It makes me laugh and nod and I want to highlight the shit out of it.