If you know me at all, you'll know I read ... a lot. My friends literally tell me off if I bring a book places (joke's on them, I have a kindle app on my phone).
Books have saved me, in my opinion; they gave me somehting to do at six o'clock in the morning when I couldn't get back to sleep; they gave me entertainment when I finished classwork early; they gave me an escape.
My best friends as a child were Harry, Ron and Hermione, my favourite sport Quidditch, because I didn't have concrete proof that I was bad at it, my home at Hogwarts with its staircases of death and hidden rooms on the seventh floor.
Over the last few years, though, I've deviated from the well-thumbed pages of my HP copies, and this is what I wanted to talk about today.
I like being a reader, because I don't know what my favourite genre is, strange as that may sound; ask me my favourite book, and I'll probably say Harry Potter for my childhood's sake, but really I don't know.
The point of this came around when on holiday at eleven years old, I ran out of books; out of sheer boredom, and not wanting to read the same books over again, I turned to my mum and dad's books that they'd brought, which included a Sue Grafton (U is for Undertow), which probably wasn't the most appropriate of reads for an eleven year old, but I was a mature child; a Harlan Coben, which I can't remember the name of, but that was the start of my love for Harlan Coben, I'm sure, as well as a third that I can't remember (it was nearly five years ago).
Before this, I'd been a member of my school's book club for two years (I'd actually been in the year 5 book club when I was in year 4, seeing as I had a higher reading level than most, and was in a reading group with some girls from the year above rather than anybody from my class), and while the books were interesting, they didn't exactly deviate from my age range.
Since then, I've read several Harlan Cobens (which I suggest you don't if you have a weak stomach/strong imagination, he can be quite graphic), James Pattersons (again, graphic, kept me up one night), but I've also branched into what my mum calls 'bubblegum books'.
Essentially, bubblegum books are lighthearted books, the kind that you'd read on holiday, they're gripping, but they're light; some examples of bubblegum authors are Sophie Kinsella (I just finished one called Can you Keep a Secret?, which is a really good book, and I also like I've Got Your Number too), Katie Fforde (Stately Pursuits is a good one), Cathy Woodman, and Sophie King.
Yet, whilst I'm reading all these books, I still long to return to books I've read and enjoyed before, and that is the beauty of this hobby! There are books everywhere that I can't wait to savour.
What do you think about reading? Got any recommendations for me?
Love, Eve <3