The World Between the Pages

I used to read a lot. I mean, a lot. I was that teenager who had her nose in the book up until the moment when her mom snapped to put the book down for prayer. I was the one walking back to my college apartment, one eye on the street, the other one in the book.

When I start a book, I can't stop. Unless the book is absolutely horrible. Any other kind of book sucks me in. I might roll my eyes a bit, laugh, or even dislike it, but I can't put it down. Not until I'm done.

That explains why I don't read anymore. Or why I didn't. I got caught off my guard when I started blogging and meeting other authors. All of the sudden I'm reading book reviews, talking to authors about their books, and it starts. One snippet of a novel, and I'm crazy, wanting to read the whole thing. I can't stop.

I read a book over the weekend by Tristi Pinkston, called Nothing to Regret. It wasn't the best book I've ever read, and the religion came across a bit corny to me. But it was a fascinating read. It takes place during World War II (well, part 1 does), and is told from the POV of a Japanese-American. We all know what happened to them and their families during WWII.

I couldn't put it down. I read late into the night. I kept thinking, "Just one chapter. Just one chapter." There were many parts I disagreed with, parts I thought were slow. But Tristi managed to hook me, and I wished there were more when I finished.

I have another book of hers, Strength to Endure, sitting on my bed, tempting me, begging me.

This is not good.

And now I have a list of books I want to read. Books I'm going to buy, because if I can get it from a bookstore, I refuse to buy it from Amazon. Inconvenient, yes. But I want to support my local bookstores.

I read a first chapter last night from the book Offworld, and now I'm desperate for the book. Gotta have it. I've also developed quite an interest in the book Liar. I'm going to have to limit my book reading to the weekend. Because I will seriously get nothing else done.