I read. I read. I read.
I read to feel happy.
I read because I don't have a choice.
(I like to read real books, I like to read on my iPad, I like to read on my phone, I read in the bathtub, I can't read in the car. I get pukey just thinking about it)
"How do you find time to read?"
I don't know, how do you find time to breathe?
I know how lame that sounds, but I don't care. I'm lame.
When I'm really needing an escape, when nothing on my shelf feels right, I have a few that get me back in the groove. The ones that will stop me from feeling funky and wonky and _ _ _ky. After one or two of them, I'm back in the running for something new.
I fall for the fads, I got swept away by The Hunger Games just like everyone else; but it didn't make The List. This is not my list of Top Books of 2011, or Best Books I've Read Lately. These ar comfort books. Like spaghetti and garlic bread, or a fire on a cold day (or spaghetti, garlic bread, and a fire on a cold day. With a cat.) The books I would take with me to a deserted island (especially if it had a fireplace, cats, and lots of spaghetti and garlic bread).
Just so you know.
These are THE books, the elites. My List. THE LIST.
Just compiling the list is a little like yoga.
The A LIST
The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver (sequel not so good)
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Life of Pi by Yahn Martel
Tall Pine Polka by Lorna Landvik
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
Davita's Harp by Chaim Potok
Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
The Good Earth by Pearl Buck
Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt
The Hobbit by Tolkein
Cold Sassy Tree by Olive Ann Burns
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Garden Spells by Sarah Addison Allen (hard to choose just one)
Sunshine by Robin McKinley (or maybe Chalice)
Goose Girl by Shannon Hale
Cloudy Jewel by Grace Livingston Hill (a couple Hills are on my B List, but this one's the best)
Bloody Jack by LA Meyer (series, first one is the best)
Five Little Peppers and How They Grew by Margaret Sidney