No Reading?!

Somehow I managed to get a scratch on my cornea, right in the middle. Wow, is that painful!  Luckily this heals quickly, so what started Sunday morning was much better by Tuesday night.  The bad part, besides the eye pain, swelling, and constant watering, was that I was restricted from reading until my eye was 90 percent healed.  Which meant I was not able to read until Wednesday.

That was horrible! It’s not just that I’m stuck in the recliner, but that reading relaxes me.  It helps me not stress out about life.  If I have to go too long without reading I get antsy, and cranky.  It is my addiction.  I was so relieved on Wednesday when I could open my Kindle and start reading my current book.  I’m happy to say both my eye and my mood are very improved!

I was stuck watching TV, and I am not against watching TV, because there are a lot of shows Husband and I follow. Which are at night.  Daytime TV is pretty bad.  I’m not even that picky, but I realized there are only so many shows about finding or improving houses I can watch at one time.  Same for weddings and wedding dresses.  I can say with authority now that my living room really needs to be painted.

I realized that even though I say I’ve come to terms with being mostly confined to the house, I really haven’t. A few days without being able to read showed me that.  I’m not cut out to sit at home all day.  I like to be around people, even if we are all in our own cubicles, we still interact throughout the day.  I like to accomplish things, and run around, and have more plans than I can possibly get to in one day.  Reading helps me not dwell on that, but really, I’m like a grounded teenager, grinding my teeth and muttering under my breath about how tough I have it.

But, right now I have a new book to start, so I don’t have time to dwell on this. For the next several hours at least.  An adventure is waiting to take me out of the recliner, so I’m mentally packed and ready to go!

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Sorry, Your Book Sucks

I’ve mentioned before how I love to read. And, since I’ve been stuck in the house for over 3 months, I’ve done a lot of reading.  And watching the Walton’s, but yesterday I finished Season 9, Episode 22, so I’m done.  I’m quite sad.

Before I forget, if you are looking for a book that will make you laugh, keep you interested (not want to put down and sleep interested), and is just a great read I have two suggestions. The first is Where in the OM Am I? by Sara DiVello.  I could connect to Sara, empathize with her, and it definitely made me laugh at times.  The other one is Kevin and I in India by Frank Kusy.  True story of Frank and Kevin travelling around India, you can’t miss reading this, it is fabulous!

Because I haven’t been working I’ve been taking advantage of all the free books out there. I really like BookBub.com, and they have both free and low cost books.  It can be hit and miss with the free books, but for the most part I have read a lot of good books, and it has been a bonus of my body falling apart.  Because there has to be a bonus somewhere when that happens.

I’ve also read books that weren’t good. The other night I finished a book that was so badly contrived and written I can’t believe I finished it.  I will say the romance genre isn’t my preferred read, but I have read many this year (free!) that were good.  I think I was hoping this one would get better, right until I finished it.  The character was completely unlikeable, the two plots didn’t go well…hot mess doesn’t cover this.  Yes, it was free, but it still shouldn’t be out there teasing people with a good read that really just tortures them.  The book is Over You by Christine Kersey.

I can’t bring myself to leave bad feedback. Mainly because I don’t want to hurt the feelings of someone who has tried hard, and put themselves out there.  I’d feel bad saying any nice variation of Your Book Sucks to someone, so I don’t.  I rarely read what other people say about books, preferring to go by what the book is about.  At the same time I feel like the public should be warned.  I did go back to Amazon, and there are a lot of bad reviews (48 people gave it under 3 stars, but 62 people gave it 5 stars, and 55 gave it 4 stars…maybe they read a different version?), so others have tried.  I just can’t do it.  Because, as the reviews for this book show, even though I found the book awful, a lot of other people are going on to read the next book.

Even a bad book doesn’t diminish my love of reading. I’ll always have a list of books to read, and the excitement and anticipation of where the next book will take me.  For every book I’ve read I didn’t like there have been at least 20 that have made up for it.  And maybe for me it’s better not to leave feedback, because I don’t want to judge what I read (yes, I just did, I know), but just enjoy the experience reading gives me.

Score for Dr. Seuss!

When Oldest One and I were at Wal-Mart last Sunday we picked out a book for the daughter of the Receptionist at my work place. I wrote a while back about how she hadn’t thought to read to her daughter, and I told her how much my girls had loved being read to as little ones. Since our conversation she has started to read to her daughter, and she told me her daughter will often bring her a book so she can be read to. I know they don’t have many books right now, and Mom goes to school at night, so getting to the library isn’t easy.

Oldest One first grabbed a book that was not going to work for a two year old. I steered her towards the board books, and we started looking. Oldest One looked at the prices and said we needed to go to Goodwill and get her a lot of books. I said it was a great idea for next weekend, but right then we didn’t have time, and I wanted to get something because the Receptionist was such a nice person trying to do her best by her daughter. So we are going this weekend to look for books.

We bought the board book version of Dr. Seuss’s Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb. My girls had loved the full version of the book, and it seemed like the perfect one to buy, especially since Oldest Agreed. I put it into my lunch bag when we got home so I wouldn’t forget it, and gave it to the Receptionist on Monday morning.

Tuesday morning the Receptionist was very excited to tell me how much her daughter loved the book. Her daughter ran to get rings to put on her fingers, and had a drum she could use while reading the book. She was even saying “dum ditty dum ditty dum dum dum” and asking to have it read one more time, then one more time, then one more time…you get the idea. I loved hearing that!

I loved reading books to my girls, and one day 13 plus years away (I hope) I will buy up every board book I can find to read to my grandchildren, and then add to the collection as they grow older. I’d like to do volunteer work down the road with reading to kids, or reading for the blind, or anything around books. I can go on forever about how wonderful books are, and I love to share with others what I read, hear what they read, and keep a list (okay, maybe a binder) of books I want to read. I may not ever travel in space, or meet a werewolf, but I know I can do that and more every time I pick up a book.

Reading

I love to read.  It relaxes me and calms me down, and just makes the world a better place.  I can’t remember not spending time buried in a book.  As a child I had two big bookcases in my room, both completely stuffed with books.  I like being transported into a different reality, and losing myself in a story.

Husband and I always read to the girls.  When I was pregnant with Oldest One we bought a big nursery rhymes book and would read that to my stomach, and I would sing the ones that had a tune I knew.  Little One adored nursery rhymes when she was little, and we own several books of them.  It was common for the girls to bring books to us and ask us to read to them.  As they got older I would tell them what books I used to read, and they enjoyed many of them.

So when I was talking to someone at my workplace that has a toddler and no books in the house it completely floored me.  How can there not be books in the house to read to a child?  No matter how young?  As the conversation continued it seemed like getting books and reading to her daughter just hadn’t occurred to her.  I suggested the library (my girls used to love going there) and it was an “oh yeah” moment for her, as she told me her family used to take her younger sister to the library, and that was always fun.

Oldest One isn’t much on reading outside of required class reading.  Not because she doesn’t like to, but because she is a slow reader; she may read slowly, but she remembers all of it.  Every summer she starts Little Women again because she wants to get through it.  I have faith that one summer she will have the time, and she will love the book as much as I do.

Little One is a huge reader.  She has a Kindle, she has a bookcase, and she loves having a book going on her Kindle and a regular book to read.  She is the person who reads more than one book at a time.  During the summer she goes to the library and brings home 12 or 15 books at a time.  Right now she is reading Little Women for school, and I just read it again in the last year or so, and it has been fun talking about it with her.

I think I might have to get a couple of Sandra Boynton books for this person at work so she can start a collection for her daughter.  I have a hard time if I finish one book and don’t have another one to read, and I just can’t imagine a house without books.  It sounds horrible.  And sad.  The world is a much better place because there are more books to read than there is time to get to them.