I know weekends are supposed to be my free-for-all and in a way they are, with Something Sundays and whatnot. But I thought, well, Weird Wednesday, I can interpret that how I wish, can’t I? I won’t always have something to say about life or school, and there aren’t always events coming up that I can pressgang you into.
So, I thought I’d talk about books.
Now, my 150 Book challenge is going well, and I would have typed it all up now, only the list is at home and now, I can’t remember 130 books, thanks. I’m trying to finish the 150 before the end of June so that I can begin another 150 for the second half of the year, although I’ll have to get on with it, since we’re on the 22nd already!
You may not have seen the BBC programme, “My Life in Books.” But I’m going to mimic that today and talk about, well, books I’ve read and why I liked them.
The first book I remember reading, apart from Starting School with which I learned to read, was the Hobbit. I read lots of books before then. My parents read lots of books to me before then. The fact remains that the first book I remember reading – that I have a clear memory of actually reading, rather than just what happened – was the Hobbit. I loved it. I begged my parents to let me read the Lord of the Rings, and they said I had to wait till I turned eight.
Guess what the first thing I did after my eighth birthday was?
I remember reading Harry Potter as well. I was at a kids’ club and my friend was reading it. As was my habit, and still is, if someone else is reading a book I will insist on reading it too. Usually by taking it off them and not giving it back until I’d finished it. I was intrigued by the first page. Wasn’t it about a Wizard called Harry Potter? That’s what I’d been told. Who were these Dursleys? I carried on reading, just to find out what was going on. When I got home from the club I borrowed my sister’s copy (Natalie was in the middle of hers) and had soon finished it, to my friend’s annoyance.
I think the most difficult book I’ve ever read was Les Miserables. I struggled through Sense and Sensibility, but at least that was short. Ish. Les Mis is 1300 pages and about 700 of them are unnecessary… I found myself skipping over things about the war that were there to give historical contexts … I mean, at one point we had about 100 pages of history on the sewers of Paris. I really didn’t care. It was a good storyline, and some bits were better than the musical, but in terms of making sense and not being completely ridiculously long? The musical gets my vote.
My ‘guilty pleasures’ when it comes to books are children’s books, the things I used to read when I was about ten. I still read them, and I’ll be the first in the library for the next one when it comes back. I’ve constantly got about four books on hold – the library are continuously sending me letters to say my books have arrived – and usually at least two of them are children’s books.
Actually, at the moment I’m being pretty highbrow, and I’m reading “Lord of the Flies.” Mind you, I just finished Cat O’ Nine Tails by Julia Golding, a book in a series that I began … yes, when I was ten. Still … I have an excuse for that. I didn’t actually realise there was more than one, and only discovered that a few weeks ago. I’m trying to catch up. This happens to me a lot.
I don’t know what my next book to read will be, as I’ve got a stack of library books on my desk. But what about you? What’s the next book you plan to read? What’s the first book you remember reading, and why was it important to you?